Meaghan Smith. Lost With Directions. Haunting. Zeneszám

A breeze of air blows in from nowhere
Nothing that I can see
But his scent comes back to me
It comes back to me

Like ice fingertips
A frozen kiss on my lips
Soft touch a deep stare
I always feel him there

I got to give up this ghost
Cause I see him superimposed on everything
And I can?t get over anything
So long as he?s haunting

I see someone walking towards me
And my eyes play tricks could it be
This self-deceit has to stop
And my heart drops

Got to get my mind off things
Got to get my head out of these dreams
Got to stop this wanting
But I so love his haunting

I got to give up this ghost
Cause I see him superimposed on everything
And I can?t get over anything
So long as he?s haunting