James Yuill The Ghost
When will I see my children lying in my arms
And hear the sound of echoes echo in my charms
Go wait at the window
Don't leave it until
You can see better days that are coming
You just have to wait at the window
Don't leave it until
You can see better days that are coming
You just have to wait
When will I see my children lying in my arms
I hear the sound of echoes echo in my charms
You stole emotion from the man who needs it most
You gave it to the space between us, that shall now be
called the ghost
When will I really tell you what is on my mind
Of how to love me and how I can be defined
Go wait at the window
Don't leave it until
You can see better days that are coming
You just have to wait at the window
Don't leave it until
You can see better days that are coming
You just have to wait
When will I really tell you what is on my mind
Of how to love me and how I can be defined
You stole emotion from the man who needs it most
You gave it to the space between us, that shall now be
called the ghost
When will I really tell you what is on my mind
Of how to love me and how I can be defined
You stole emotion from the man who needs it most
You gave it to the space between us, that shall now be
called the ghost
