Heavy Ghost

They say the light comes slow when you need it the most I can hear your voice, whispering so low with the mourning doves and the little sparrow my shoulders creak under your heavy ghost Running from shadows that break when I let it go feeling the breeze on my face, like I used to know Closing the door on the things we can't change on our own. Break through your heavy ghost. Well the timing's never right for anyone to leave, an echoing goodbye and quiet footsteps of relief but the mourning doves and the little sparrows they still sing their songs, under your heavy ghost Running from shadows that break when I let it go feeling the breeze on my face, like I used to know Closing the door on the things we can't change on our own. Break through your heavy ghost. There's got to be another side There's got to be another side Running from shadows that break when I let it go feeling the breeze on my face, like I used to know Closing the door on the things we can't change on our own. Break through your heavy ghost.