letra de ghosts on polaroid - christopher michaud
lightning shifts the room
from the black to momentary illumination
i still trace your outline
in the bed beside me
scratched out, flashbulbs
postcards undated
polaroids half-developed
memories left out over-exposed
“what’s the use,” the chanteuse sings
and i swing from chandeliers
atelier, mouth hung agape
the first time you kissed me here
lightning flashes again and
the cold fall rain runs down the panes
barren season’s coming once more
scratched out the names
the words left unsaid
the pain in my head left
to subdivide, perpetual
“what’s the use?”
my chanteuse
so near and dear
yet so far from me now
polaroids left
how close i came to
feeling your skin on mine again
how close was i to you?
feel it so strongly now
feel it so wrongly now
feel it taken from me
feel it so strongly now
feel it so wrongly now
i feel the breath leave me
feel it so strongly now
i know that it’s wrong to now
felt it taken away from me
taken away from…
spectral were your hands
to graze my cheek where i cried
in that f-cking bed for weeks
where i laid endlessly turning over
never really resting
waiting for the phone to ring
but no one thought to check on me
eyes glazed and mouth dry
the genie in the bottle lied
all the spirits in the world couldn’t
bring me back to you
lightning flashes and i open my eyes wide
the last night with you
caught in your headlights
you reversed and drove away
into the cold december night
how i cried and how i screamed
as i drove away
down that winding road
back to the only home i’d known
but everything felt different somehow
as the snow down and the frost took me
i live with your ghost
i live with your ghost in these photographs
your memory haunts me still
letras aleatórias
- letra de wym?! - malachii
- letra de hier - ohaln
- letra de fearless - matt deloatch
- letra de last train home this christmas - jane's party
- letra de silent rounds - mark schwaber
- letra de caravel - baiuca
- letra de pretty2 - softheart
- letra de ورد - yehya bn rabea
- letra de to be better - mark schwaber
- letra de kevin durant - bl4ck