Ghosts کے بول

Wait, turn around, don't walk through that door There are verses left you don't know Oh my hands are painted red Wait, there's a locket here in my palm It is broken like the song I first sang the night you lied Stay the night and we'll meet our ghosts They'll be drifting up through the floor Stepping softly 'round the bed Take my life right here in the sheets The wall between you and me Will melt away, but will it go? Will it go? And your heart was held in your hips When you gave to him with your lips All the poems that we wrote And I told you that I was whole But my heart turned off with your phone And no tears will save you now Where are you now? Where are you now? Where are you now?