Verse I Thou walkest where the moonlight dares not tread, A form that breathes no air, yet seems to sigh. Thy shadow falls where no true shadow falls, A face I know, yet dare not name aloud. Thy eyes hold twilight, and thy lips are still, As silence that has waited many years. Verse II Thou wearest mist as one would wear a gown, Thy steps make no sound upon the stone. I stretch my hand, but find only the cold, The space between us is a vast deep sea. Thou art not here, yet nowhere art thou gone — A memory that learned to walk and breathe. Chorus O visage ghost, that haunts the quiet hours, Thou art not flesh, yet art thou all my care. A lovely face that fades when day returns, A presence that the dark alone can bear. I see thee, yet I cannot hold thee near — Thou art the ghost I cannot bear to fear. Verse III Thou comest when the candles burn low, Standing at the threshold of my dreams. Thy gaze is soft, yet full of ancient grief, As though thou weepest tears that cannot fall. Thou speakest not, yet I do understand — Thou art not lost, but left behind in time. Bridge Art thou a spirit, or art thou my own heart? A shadow cast by something I have lost? Thou art not evil, never meant to harm — Only a beauty that the world forgot. I will not fear thee, pale and gentle guest, For some ghosts come, not to take, but rest. Final Chorus O visage ghost, that haunts the quiet hours, Thou art not flesh, yet art thou all my care. A lovely face that fades when day returns, A presence that the dark alone can bear. I see thee, yet I cannot hold thee near — Thou art the ghost I cannot bear to fear.
