Воспоминания о Нас

I hear you walking in the hall. I see your shadow on the wall. But when I turn to look around, There isn't any kind of sound. December brings the spirits back through every Crevice, every crack. You're sitting in your favorite chair. I see the light upon your hair. It's just a trick of memory or maybe you Are here with me. The holidays are haunted ground where lost and found Are never found. Ooh, don't be afraid of the ghosts. We love the ones that hurt the Most. Ooh, let 'em stay for a while. I miss the sadness in your Smile. Haunt me, haunt me, do your best. I'm not ready for the rest. I pour coffee for the air. And pretend that you are there. We talk about the year ahead and all the Books we haven't read. It's crazy, yeah, I know it's true, But I'm just trying to get through. And ooh, don't be afraid of the ghosts. We love the ones that hurt the Most. Ooh, I'll let them stay for a while. I miss the sadness in your smile. Haunt me, haunt me, do your best. I'm not ready for the rest.