The Ghost

When will I see my children lying in my arms
And hear the sound of echoes echoing my charms?
Go wait at the window
Don't leave it until
You see better days that are coming
You just have to wait
Go wait at the window
Don't leave it until
You see better days that are coming
You just have to wait
When will I see my children lying in my arms?
I hear the sound of echoes echoing my charms
You stole emotion from the man who needs it most
You gave it to the space between us
That shall now be called the ghost
When will I tell you what is on my mind?
Of how to love me and how I can be defined
When will I tell you what is on my mind?
Of how to love me and how I can be defined
You stole emotion from the man who needs it most
You gave it to the space between us
That shall now be called the ghost