
The Ghost in the frame
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- rock
- male vocalist
- alternative rock
- melodic
- indie rock
- 1990s
- good artist
- seattle
- melodic rock
- soft rock
- adult contemporary
- ballad
- early 1990s
- post-grunge
- power pop
Lyrics
Verse 1
The screen door's crying on its rusty hinge
The wind is talking to the autumn leaves
I trace the outline of your coffee cup
The one you left, the one I can't give up
And the silence is a heavy, woven coat
That I put on to keep out the cold
But it just holds the winter in my bones
And fills the corners of this empty home
Chorus
And I am learning how to speak in ghosts
To love the things I've lost the most
To hold a shadow in my hands
And try to make it understand
That I'm still here, but you're not there
Just a ghost inside a frame of prayer
A whispered name upon the air
A ghost inside a frame
Verse 2
I found a photograph from '93
Your smile was wild and your eyes were free
Before the maps were folded, worn, and torn
Before the weary traveler was born
We were just kids with starlight in our veins
Not knowing joy could leave such heavy stains
Now every mirror shows a different man
Who's trying to hold water in his hands
Chorus
And I am learning how to speak in ghosts
To love the things I've lost the most
To hold a shadow in my hands
And try to make it understand
That I'm still here, but you're not there
Just a ghost inside a frame of prayer
A whispered name upon the air
A ghost inside a frame
Bridge
Sometimes I hear your laughter in the rain
A sudden echo, a familiar pain
And for a second, I forget you're gone
And then the memory just carries on
It's not a haunting, it's a lullaby
That sings me to a sleep I can't deny
It's the only way I know to keep you near
To let you live inside my lonely ear
Guitar Solo - Slow, melodic, with long, weeping bends
Chorus - Stripped back, quiet
And I am learning how to speak in ghosts
To love the things I've lost the most
To hold a shadow in my hands...
Final Chorus - Building
And I am learning how to speak in ghosts
To love the things I've lost the most
To hold a shadow in my hands
And try to make it understand
That I'm still here, but you're not there
Just a ghost inside a frame of prayer
A whispered name upon the air
A ghost inside a frame
A ghost inside a frame
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