Ghost

Looking back through
The window in the door that now has closed
The looking glass that loss has tinted rose
At the secrets of the path we never chose
We lose ourselves there
As we fall into the arms of the unseen
Of all that never was but should have been
Beyond the day that woke us from the dream
And it's a little late to speculate on what we could have done
It's a little late to overstate the obvious
We considered every move we made
We did what we thought best
So release the fist of dirt into the grave
And lay the ghost to rest
Let it go with
The hurt of all the promises unkept
The pride behind apologies unsaid
And the tragedy of hope they left for dead
Because it's as fruitless
As the tears in the sour milk we spilt
On the ruins of the tower that we built
And the silence and the loneliness of guilt
And it's a little late to speculate on what you could have done
And so easy now to overstate the obvious
We considered every move we made
We did what we thought best
So throw down your fist of dirt into the grave
And lay the ghost to rest
This one's over
No phoenix from these ashes will arise
So let the tears upon the lashes of your eyes
Fall to the desert ground and bring new life
Walk away now
I'm not saying that we can or should forget
Just don't cloud your every sunrise with regret
The curtain hasn't fallen on us yet
The curtain hasn't fallen on us yet
The curtain hasn't fallen on us yet