I guess it's luck
But it's the same hard luck
That you've been trying to tame

I guess it's love
But it's like you said
Love is just a role that we play

But I believe in you so much that I could
Die for the words that you say

But you're chasing the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
Slips away from you
You're chasing ghosts

Just bend the pieces until they fit
Like they were made for it
But they weren't made for this
No, they weren't made for this

But I believe in you so much
That I could die for the words that you say

But you're chasing the ghost
Of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
Slips away from you
You're chasing ghosts

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Variach, in the year 138 MA.