Even the Ghosts Cry

Love is something you cannot see
This illusion that no one can believe
It feels so good it makes you cry

True love is a mystery
How can something as real as love can be
Just disappear before your eyes

You know
And I know
Love is just a word that we misuse

Battered truths, blatant lies
As we built ourselves this personal Frankenstein
Nothing but hurt inside
Caught in the riptide
Bruised, crucified
In this broken house where shadows cloak the light
Now that the love has died
Even the ghosts cry

If love was a raging sea
We'd be wrecked on the rocks of tragedy
It picks you up to bring you down
I'm sick of the memories
Recollections and hopeless parodies
It's better left behind me now

You know
And I know
Passion only cloaks the naked truth

Battered truths, blatant lies
As we built ourselves this personal Frankenstein
Nothing but hurt inside
Caught in the riptide
Bruised, crucified
In this broken house where shadows cloak the light
Now that the love has died
Even the ghosts cry

You know
And I know
Love is just a word that we misuse
You know
It will haunt me now forever
Passion only cloaks the naked truth

Battered truths, blatant lies
As we built ourselves this personal Frankenstein
Nothing but hurt inside
Caught in the riptide
Bruised, crucified
In this broken house where shadows cloak the light
Now that the love has died
Even the ghosts cry

Now that the love has died
Even the ghosts cry