OLD GHOSTS

Seven Seasons Of wavering words White blank page No colors Young ghosts Slipped down That's what we are Searching for skies In a basement I've never got The way you loved me I'm not sure, you did But that's all I had Seven Billion Voices speaking out There was only one That I could hear Old ghosts Stayed Down They're not really there Searching for light In a basement I've never got The way you loved me I'm not sure, you did But that's all I had Thousands Of pictures Fallen from the wall Fading away Like we did Oh, ghosts Ooh, ghosts That’s what we are Walking around In a basement I’ve never got The way you loved me I'm not sure, you did But that's all I had The way you loved me Did you ever love me? I'm not sure, you did You’ve never got You’ve never got the way The way to love me The way, the way to love me Seven Seasons Come to an end Fade in the dark Back to shade