The Ghost of Love

I wanted to write something... but couldn't really think of any words worth putting down, so here are some lyrics I wrote... or a poem if you'd rather. It's all just words in the end.


A stranger's bed in a stranger's house,
a stranger's tongue in a stranger's mouth.
Is the Devil or God the one to blame?
I'm gasping for air, but I forgot your name,
and our bodies make friends with the dark;
how much pride would it cost, to keep us apart?

Oh, I can be your ghost of love,
if you promise that you'll hold me up
as we drag each other down
and try to forget the sound
of the voice that is crying for something more;
a spark to ignite this fire we forced
'cuz its the curtain call,
and you can't stand tall on the floor.

Are you dead inside? Or just living your life?
Seizing every moment 'fore it passes you by,
Is the fire, or the fear your drive?
Do you know who you are, or is this just a disguise?
And why as I wait for your unsaid replies
am I transfixed by my reflection that I see in your eyes?

Oh, tonight I am the ghost of love,
and maybe for a moment I can hold you up
as we drag each other down

Well I don't know if I'm a man or a mouse
but my best laid plans brought me to a stranger's bed
in a stranger's house.
Well I don't know if I am cursed or saved
but no matter what I wish its not the devil or god
but me to blame.

Oh, I am the ghost of love
but only something solid can hold you up,
And I am the ghost of love.