Looking back through the window in the door that now has closed.
The looking glass that lost its tinted rose,
At the secrets of the path we never chose.

Lose ourselves there and 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 you could have done.
It's a little late to overstate the obvious
You considered every move you made
Yet you did what you thought best
So release the fist that erred into the grave
Lay the ghost to rest

Let it go with
the hurt of all the promises unkept
The pride behind apologies unsaid
And the tradegy of hope we left for dead.

Because its 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 that erred into the grave
Lay the ghost to rest.

This ones 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
Am not saying that we can or should forget
Just don't cloud our 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.

GHOST - STONEY

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Gazing at the screen with an entirely emotionless eyes, I could'n help but let tears rolling on my cheeks.

oh baby, Tears don't fall for no reason.