Lyrics

Ghost Story

up on the hill is an empty house
in the empty house is an empty room
where a spider crawls and spins its web
on a picture of me and you

a picture of me and you and better times
before the heartache , tears and worry lines
when we believed that love conquered all
before we came to the fall.

now oh , a cold wind blows
through the old broken windows
some people say they see
two figures where none should be
they say one looks like you and one like me

as rainy days ran savings dry
i would shout and you would cry
as the seasons turned we turned away
and the love we had began to stray

your side of the bed got cold
i never believed though i was told
fear, anger and silence grew
til i didn't know what else to do

now oh , a cold wind blows
through the old broken windows
some people say they see
two figures where none should be
they say one looks like you and one like me

so with heavy heart and wounded mind
i made my promise to pay in kind
one pull of the trigger and you were dead
then i turned the gun to my own head

now oh ,such a cold wind blows
through the old broken windows
some people say they see
two figures where none should be
they say one looks like you and one like me

up on the hill is an empty house
in the empty house is an empty room
where a spider crawls and spins its web
on a picture of me and you