" In this room
lives the sweet ghost
of a love gone away
it comes to me
whispering the things you used to say
between hills and valleys
the softness where we lay
in this room
it's lonely now
in this room
I can barely breathe
this air that speaks your name
it flows through me
from each corner
from the window frame
where we used to watch together
for the sun to rise again
in this room
I miss you
in this room
there's a place on the wall
a picture of you and me
In this room
I can recall
the dreams you shared with me
and it felt like a castle
now it feels more like a tomb
in this room
I remember
they say true love never dies
but sometimes lovers do
and few ever realize
the kind of love we knew
in this room
there were flowers
sent to ease the pain
and I pray for hours
trying to understand
how one life passing
could mean this love is through
in this room."
lives the sweet ghost
of a love gone away
it comes to me
whispering the things you used to say
between hills and valleys
the softness where we lay
in this room
it's lonely now
in this room
I can barely breathe
this air that speaks your name
it flows through me
from each corner
from the window frame
where we used to watch together
for the sun to rise again
in this room
I miss you
in this room
there's a place on the wall
a picture of you and me
In this room
I can recall
the dreams you shared with me
and it felt like a castle
now it feels more like a tomb
in this room
I remember
they say true love never dies
but sometimes lovers do
and few ever realize
the kind of love we knew
in this room
there were flowers
sent to ease the pain
and I pray for hours
trying to understand
how one life passing
could mean this love is through
in this room."