Mmm... Mmm.. Mmm.... Ooo Ooo Ooo She stands in the corner, tears on her face, Words swirl around her, but never find their place. She laughs when they laugh, yet none meet her eyes, A ghost in the moment, where her silence lies. Old friends with their painted-on faces, Empty smiles in crowded places. She’s screaming inside but they’ll never know, She’s the quiet song beneath the snow. The flowers in vases, the candles burn low, She reaches for someone, but no one says hello. Their whispers are heavy, their eyes on the floor, She feels like she’s fading — a shadow at the door Her name’s on their lips, but she can’t make a sound, She’s watching the gathering, the hush all around. The music is playing, the prayers have been read, They’re gathered together to mourn for the dead. Old friends with their painted-on faces, Heavy words in holy places. She’s freezing inside but they’ll never know, She is the ghost they came to let go... Ooo Ooo Ooo Mmm... Mmm.. Mmm....
