Ghosts aren’t real,
but when I got on the elevator last week it smelled just like
you
Ghosts are real,
but on the first warm spring day I still see you smiling on the car
drive home
Ghosts aren’t real,
but every time I hear the first piano notes in that song I can
still feel your hand slip into mine
Ghosts aren’t real,
but some people will always haunt us
