He rises from the stone as the clock strikes the hour A suit from another time, a shadow with no face He walks upon the moss, stepping softly through the bower Leaving not a footprints' track, leaving not a trace He searches in the letters carved in dark granite A name, a faded date, a clue that turns to dust What did he leave behind beneath the starlight lit? He fumbles in the ruins, under iron and rust A few graves away, in a gown of white lace She glides through the cypress like a cold winter breeze Her eyes are fixed above, staring into space She hums an old refrain that makes the night winds freeze She looks among the flowers left by living hands For a scent of memory, a love she used to know She scratches at the earth, searching through the sands To find the final day before she had to go They wander through the night while the city's fast asleep Two shadows made of mist where the silent shadows creep They circle all around under pale and silver skies Looking for a breath, for a light that never dies He wants to find his name, she is searching for her past Two ghosts who fall in love, but the daylight comes too fast The church bell rings at half past midnight toll Their paths finally cross at the turn of an aisle They freeze and they stare, soul meeting soul Two solitudes of frost in the winter for a while Did they know each other when their hearts were still beating? Or are they just brothers in this dark, lonely meeting? They walk side by side as the moon starts to wane Looking for a sign, for a cure to the pain They wander through the night while the city's fast asleep Two shadows made of mist where the silent shadows creep They circle all around under pale and silver skies Looking for a breath, for a light that never dies He wants to find his name, she is searching for her past Two ghosts who fall in love, but the daylight comes too fast But dawn is a threat to the ones who have no age The very first sunbeam will tear down the stage They found nothing tonight, but the quest will remain Tomorrow at midnight, They will do it again... The fog softly melts on the cold, frozen floor... Back to the silence... They are roamers no more...
