Ghosts

Sometimes in the night I feel it

Near as my next breath

And yet untouchable

Silently the past comes stealing

Like the taste of some forbidden sweet

Along the walls in shadowed rafters

Moving like a thought through haunted atmospheres

Muted cries and echoed laughter

Banished dreams that never sank in sleep

Lost in love and found in reason

Questions that the mind can find no answers for

Ghostly eyes conspire treason

As they gather just outside the door

Every ghost that calls upon us

Brings another measure in the mystery

Death is there

To keep us honest

And constantly remind us we are free

Down the ancient corridors

And through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of days

That we left behind

Down the ancient corridors

And through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of dreams

That we left behind

Sometimes in the night I feel it

Near as my next breath and yet untouchable

Silently the past comes stealing

Like the taste of some forbidden sweet

Every ghost that calls upon us

Brings another measure in the mystery

Death is there

To keep us honest

And constantly remind us we are free

Down the ancient corridors

And through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of days

That we left behind Down the ancient corridors and through the gates of time run the ghosts of days that we left behind