And down through the years The seasons changed Still a cold wind blows today No sun to melt the frost Because she's lost among the GHOSTS OF AUTUMN Fate
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away And down through the years The seasons changed Still a cold wind blows today No sun to melt the frost Because she's lost among the GHOSTS OF AUTUMN
this world? Where were you? I don't know I gave it all and you gave none What's left inside is left undone This time confronted , with all these ghosts
Ghost, Did you know sometimes it frightens me when you say my name and I can't see you will you ever learn to materialize before you speak impetuous boy
Did you know sometimes it frightens me When you say my name and I can't see you? Will you ever learn to materialize before you speak? Impetuous boy, if
kept a secret It was heaven's lack of rain Golden days and amber sunsets Let the scientists complain Came the autumn, drained of color Ghosts in the
you were a ghost But once you knew a girl and you named her lover And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer But autumn came, she disappeared
secret talks on the trundle bed. Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed. Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today. Leave the restless ghost
secret talks on the trundle bed Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today Just leave the restless ghost
[Violent J:] On the perfect night the graveyard is lit by a full moon Autumn leaves and stone often treated with an old boom Here and there the night
In this place I call home There's a place where I'm alone to speak with you now you're gone Now the autumn has come In this place I call home Even though
kept behind the walls Two ghosts in a graveyard In a graveyard Ghosts in a graveyard Oh no, no Oh no, no Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Two ghosts
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singin' an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets
my true love As any young girl may I'll sit and mourn all on his grave For a twelve months and a day And when twelve months and a day was passed The ghost
are low on the bough Ghosts of my history will follow me there And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair Why do I sit the autumnal judge
my way to what the hell did I care My old man and his gray hair, thought about the road I chose Twenty years ago Well, I left as fast as the leaves fell that autumn
Combing over Broken Cross I held on you Haunted by the ghost of something new Curtains fall, fashions fade, an endless summer over Another tide to launch an autumn