Ghosts

You touched my lips and my hands were tied
My wrists are still bound to write this song about you
Once someone enters your life
It's hard pressed that they will not find a way to, a way to
Bring you back to those days
Flash your eyes to the ways
Make the days of yore seem to be all that ever mattered

Funny how the past
Beckons for us to come back
For better or worse our ghosts want the most of us
I'll tip my cap to those years
But I have no unfinished business to fear
With a wink behind, I turn my eyes ahead
Tomorrow is here, yesterday is dead

My mind's eye is full of scenes
Of dances and days that I thought would last for, forever
We saw the world with bright, wide eyes
But blinded by future's light, we couldn't see beyond ourselves
They say I'll never get them back
But I say amen to that!
Those days were good but
I know that there's still so much that matters

Funny how the past
Beckons for us to come back
For better or worse our ghosts want the most of us
I'll tip my cap to those years
But I have no unfinished business to fear
With a wink behind, I turn my eyes ahead
Tomorrow is here, yesterday is dead

Funny how the past
Beckons for us to come back
For better or worse our ghosts want the most of us
I'll tip my cap to those years
But I have no unfinished business to fear
With a wink behind, I turn my eyes ahead
Tomorrow is here, yesterday is dead