Oh my God, that feeling
Do You feel it too?  
On my hands I'm kneeling
I see the ghost of you

And sometime in the morning
With the sun just hanging up
I see your spirit's touring
The town that we grew up

When my tears are slowing
And drying on my face
Is when the wind be blowing
And wipes your ghost away

Have you any feeling?  
Any pain at all?  
Hung up on the ceiling
Sorrowed as I call