Ghost

Written by：Charlene Soraia/Jon Allen

I'm the tap that keeps on dripping

The dog that's scratching at your door

I'm that nagging guilty feeling

You can't find a reason for

I'm the rattle of your window

That always keeps you half awake

I'm the ink stain on her love letter

I'm the cold you just can't shake

And every day I cry for you

And wish that you were crying too

But you don't feel my pain

You don't see my sorrow

And the thing that hurts the most

Is I'm just a ghost

I'm the frayed thread from your old jacket

That always links you to the crime

I'm your victim and your accomplice

Forever frozen here in time

And I live in the shadow lands

Of hopeless dreams and shifting sands but

You don't feel my pain

You don't see my sorrow

And the thing that hurts the most

Is I'm just a ghost

I miss the way you used to taste

I miss your touch and your face

Your secret place but

You don't feel my pain

You don't see my sorrow

And the thing that hurts the most

Is I'm just a ghost

You don't feel my pain

You don't see my sorrow

And the thing that hurts the most

Is I'm just a ghost