Tied To Ghost
Tied To Ghosts
A Williams, D Kelley
©2011

Twisted in sheets
Seven nights a week
Tasting the tears
From what no one else can hear

Every one says
It’s all in her head
But when you look in her eyes
You see it’s real in her mind

She’s holding strings tied to ghosts
Measured with knots by what hurts the most
Love that’s been lost
Dreams failed to grow
Her hand closed so tight she’ll never let it go
She’s holding strings tied to ghosts

She wears his coat
Swears it’s always cold
But she refuses to believe
That he’s just a memory

She’s holding strings tied to ghosts
Measured with knots by what hurts the most
Love that’s been lost
Dreams failed to grow
Her hand closed so tight she’ll never let go
She’s holding strings tied to ghosts

See’s his face every time she hears the word goodbye
Lying to herself that she doesn’t know why

She’s holding strings tied to ghosts
Measured with knots by what hurts the most
Love that’s been lost
Dreams failed to grow
Her hand closed so tight she’ll never let go
She’s holding strings tied to ghosts