Final bow

How long until your melodies of forgiveness becomes just a memory?

The begging for one more dance, one final step.

How long until your ghost refuses to haunt me any longer?

How unfair that something real is out of touch

All this time has passed but when the blue lights flick on, my soul recoils.

I'm haunted by the ghost of you. No matter what colour the light fades to.

We were just kids the night we met but now were ghost. Beautifully haunting each others minds.

When you're ready to fade away, give one final bow before you cross over to the stars.

One step closer my friend.

One step closer.