Brett Kull
Brett Kull
Brett Kull
Brett Kull
Brett Kull
Brett Kull
Brett Kull
Brett Kull
Brett Kull
Brett Kull
Brett Kull
Brett Kull
You always hoped that he'd come back to you
But every wish that you cried for died
From every tear that dried to nothing
Is sorrow as deep as absence is wide
He never calls you up on Sundays
He rarely tried to show that he cared
In your misgiving you want to love him anyway
You want to love him just the same
You've been desperate and long for something
You've had angry and reckless nights
Where nothing matters and love is discarded
While deception shows you it sights
'Causе he never calls you up on Sundays
Hе rarely tried to show that he cared
In your misgiving you try to know him anyway
You try to know him just the same
He has become a ghost to you
The memories slowly come unglued
Breaking apart they slip...then gone
You have become a forgotten song
He never calls you up on Sundays
He rarely tried to show that he cared
In your misgiving you want to love him anyway
You try to love him
You ache to know him
You want to love him just the same
Become A Ghost was written by Brett Kull.