Ghosts

Summon the weaver of the fates
Waiting for me at the gates
This one comes wielding regrets
The curse that never forgets
Yearning for the days of yore
Haunted by the ghosts of before
I wish I could have done more

I went forward and I went back
Through paradise and desolate lands
Into the light through the darkest black
My face buried in my hands

I come with songs and offerings
Of penitence and diamond rings

I am haunted by the memories

Summon the weaver of the fates
Waiting for me at the gates
This one comes wielding regrets
The curse that never forgets
Yearning for the days of yore
Haunted by the ghosts of before
I wish I could have done more

I cling onto dying vines
While flowers bloom on the other side
How could I never see the signs
Of ghosts haunting the divide

I come with songs and offerings
Of penitence and diamond rings

Summon the weaver of the fates
Waiting for me at the gates
This one comes wielding regrets
The curse that never forgets
Yearning for the days of yore
Haunted by the ghosts of before
I wish I could have done more