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He walked down a busy street |
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Staring solely at his feet |
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Clutching pictures of past lovers at his side |
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Stood at the table where she sat |
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And removed his hat |
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In respect of her presence |
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Presents her with the pictures and says |
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These are just ghosts that broke |
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My heart before I met you |
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These are just ghosts that broke |
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My heart before I met you |
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Opened up his little heart |
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Unlocked the lock that kept it dark |
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And read a written warning |
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Saying I'm still mourning |
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Over ghosts, over ghosts |
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Over ghosts, over ghosts that broke |
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My heart before I met you |
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Lover, please do not fall to your knees it's not |
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Like I believe in everlasting love |
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He went crazy at nineteen |
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Said he'd lost all his self esteem |
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And couldn't understand why he was crying |
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Cry, crying, crying |
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He would stare at empty chairs |
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Think of the ghosts that once sat there |
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The ghosts who broke his heart |
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All the ghosts that broke my heart |
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The ghosts that broke his heart |
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All the ghosts that broke my heart |
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The ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts |
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The ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts |
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The ghosts that broke my heart before I met you |
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Lover, please do not fall to your knees |
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It's not like I believe in everlasting love |
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He says I'm so lost, not at all well |
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Do as though there is nothing left to be |
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Well, it turned out I'd been following him |
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And he'd been following me |
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Do as though after it was over |
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We were just two lovers crying |
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On each other's shoulders |
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And I said, lover please do not fall to your knees |
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It's not like I believe in everlasting love |
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Lover, please do not fall to your knees |
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It's not like I believe in everlasting love |
