Ghosts - John Spillane
It had to happen
As these things do
That the ghost of me would meet the ghost of you
In the shadows of this haunted town
As the night came floating down
You look through me
I look through you
What do you see when you see right through
You see nothing
Nothing but empty
Promises of plenty
Promises of you
Promises of you
It had to happen as these things do
That the ghost of me would meet the ghost of you
By some thin' thread that did not fall
When we thought love had broken all
We thought love had broken all
And left nothing
Nothing but empty
Promises of plenty
Promises of you
Promises of you
Nothing
Nothing but empty
Promises of plenty
Promises of you
Promises of you
It had to happen as these things do
That the ghost of me would meet the ghost of you
In the shadows of this haunted town
As the night came floating down
