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The Ghost in the frame

jns629

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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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