Ghosts

Sometimes, in the night I feel it
Near as my next breath and yet, untouchable
Silently the past comes stealing
Like the taste of some forbidden sweetAlong the walls, in shadowed rafters
Moving like a thought through haunted atmospheres
Muted cries and echoed laughter
Banished dreams that never sank in sleepLost in love and found in reason
Questions that the mind can find no answers for
Ghostly eyes conspire treason
As they gather just outside the doorAnd every ghost that calls upon us
Brings another measure in the mystery
Death is there to keep us honest
And constantly remind us we are freeDown the ancient corridors
Through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of days that we left behindDown the ancient corridors
Through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of dreams that we left behindSometimes, in the night I feel it
Near as my next breath and yet, untouchable
Silently the past comes stealing
Like the taste of some forbidden sweetAnd every ghost that calls upon us
Brings another measure in the mystery
Death is there to keep us honest
And constantly remind us we are freeDown the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of days that we left behindDown the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of dreams that we left behind