Ghosts (feat. Charles Stewart)

Gone are the traces they left on this earth, washed away by the waves and the tide

But strong is the mark that he left on the heart of the lady who walked by his side

They're as real as we all are, their texture and color

Reflecting the world that they live in

But they'll only be ghosts if they don't make the most

Out of all of the days that they're given

They would set themselves free by the edge of the sea

Where their memories gathered to sing

Of coming together and drifting apart

Of houses and children and rings

When they'd walk on the shore she would ask nothing more

Than to know they would do it again

But their steps became slower - he struggled to know her

All journeys must come to an end

He knows she is gone, yet her shadow is long

As he shuffles on mindless of time

Remembering the day they got carried away

On a smoke and a bottle of wine

She watches him stand at the edge of the sand

Staring silently down at the ground

Accounting his sins and recalling the wind

Tossing their laughter around

Like her breath in the sky, the white fog sliding by

Brings a chill to his weathered old hands

So he tugs on his gloves - and the lady he loves

Sheds a tear for the ghost of her man

Gone are the traces they left on this earth, washed away by the waves and the tide

But strong is the mark that was left on his heart by the lady who walked at his side

By the lady who walked at his side