Lovers come and lovers go,
Once they lived but now they’re ghosts,
Walking the streets they used to know like shadows.People disappear every hour and every year,
Sometimes I believe they’re here like shadows,
Like shadows.Who can you trust, in this place?
And whom can I put my faith?
If you’re real, then show me now,
Who you are.How can I love, without grace?
Shine a light on your face,
If you’re real, then show me now,
Who you are.Blowing like a secret wind,
Pouring on my naked skin,
Like a river flowing in the ocean.And when I turn to see your face,
I saw a joy I could not place,
Vanishing without a trace,
Like a shadow in the sun.Who can you trust, in this place?
Where can I put my face?
If god is love, then why the world the way it is?How can I love, without grace?
Shine a light on your face,
If you’re real then show me now,
Who you are.My ghost.
— My Ghost, Glass Pear
