Oh My Ghost

When your dreams of me fade into the morning light
And empty, the comfort you grasp for amidst the night

But you know I'm there when the tears never fall;
I hold them in my hand like diamonds, raw

Cabinet doors left open and the lightbulbs shot
You know I'm there, though they say your mind is not.

We never listened to them, their sayings, or charms.
Smile for me once more and I'll be back in your arms.


Walk with me back, back beneath the pinewood trees
I'll call out again as the wind shushes the leaves