Feellings come and words are said Forgiveness lingers with the dead But will we ever rise up from this grave I know sometimes the worst is best As pictures fade to show the rest But I don’t see myself inside this frame I’m hearing a love song In the back of my mind I just need a lover To call mine I’m hearing a love song In the back of my mind Singin to lovers I used to call mine Season’s come & seasons go Stuck in the calm after the storm There’s nothing left of what we call our home Tonight I’ll lay alone in bed Remember skin under my hand Dreams are haunted makin’ love to ghosts