ghostly beings in ghost-town streets
tourists dressed in night-gown sheets

empty shelves; empty shopper
tempus fugit; clockstopper

november fog; chilly bones
midnight leaves me so alone

i can't feel your warmth right now
can't see you in torchlight now

no miracles, no visions
no stars for me to wish on

just us and the freezing air
just you captured in their snare

just me and my own shortfall
a ghost who loves a mortal

if i tried to predict the future
if i gazed into a crystal ball
i would see nothing but my sutures
and hear not a hopeful call

my shipwrecked bones will shatter
my heart will fragment and fall
but through the former and the latter
i'll make sure nobody knows it all

angels in disguise
watching from skies
eating crumbs of pies

in the end
you're just another kid
who just wants to make it big

if all the petals were to drop
from the roses and carnations
if every bird clipped its own wings
from white doves to black ravens

what would happen then, you ask
in a world without its glimmer?
what's the point of to living life
when life's ever so dimmer?

but if the stars fell from the sky
i doubt i'd even notice
the constellations in your eyes
are the ones that shine the brightest

and if the sun never rose again
lonely gloomy mornings
i'd never reach out for a torch
since i have your heart
and that's the warmest