Love Letters

[Bridge]

Your hand goes right through me, can’t you see, I’m still around.
Your eyes are, still teary, don’t worry, I’m still around.

[Chorus]

Empty book shelves adorn your home, within the mess, you’re so alone.
Little Ghosts turn the dust to stone, your grave is build on rust.
When weary words make your heart hurt, you start to read between the lines:
And it meant: “I’m here my son, my soul is mixed, in the cement.”