Ghost  -  Motorama

My  hopes  my  will

Were  never  a  part  of  you

Those  days  were  sad  and  cold

I'll  never  want  them  back  again

But  in  this  moment  we  are  close  to  each  other  again

It's  like  a  merge  of  different  colors

In  a  silver  mountain  lake

And  I'm  home  again

It's  like  dancing  in  the  room  with  a  female  ghost

It's  like  falling  from  the  edge

To  the  bed  with  cold  clean  pillow

Your  voice  is  pure  and  soft

It's  calling  me  back  to  my  hopes

My  ears  were  deaf  and  cold

Please  hold  me  tight  in  your  arms  again

But  in  this  moment  we  are  close  to  each  other  again

It's  like  a  merge  of  different  colors

In  a  silver  mountain  lake

And  I'm  home  again

It's  like  dancing  in  the  room  with  a  female  ghost

It's  like  falling  from  the  edge

To  the  bed  with  cold  clean  pillow

But  in  this  moment  we  are  close  to  each  other  again

It's  like  a  merge  of  different  colors

In  a  silver  mountain  lake

And  I'm  home  again

It's  like  dancing  in  the  room  with  a  female  ghost

It's  like  falling  from  the  edge

To  the  bed  with  cold  clean  pillow