The Ghost

Count your fears one by one Shield them in the setting sun Late at night in your dusk Lift your eyes dare to see The shadow of your lover ghost Stealing what he mustn't see Your fears tight under his arm Breath's cold silence all he speaks Your fears just under his skin Now a part of him you can love I am the cold that flows in your veins I am the pestilence that wets your skin I am the hand upon your heart That stops it beating in your sleep I am many things each I hate But each shows a simple truth I am the ghost Yet you haunt me I am the ghost And you, you haunt me You haunt me