Even the Ghosts Cry - Ten

Love is something you cannot see

This illusion that no one can believe

It feels so good it makes you cry

True love is a mystery

How can something as real as love can be

Just disappear before your eyes

You know

And I know

Love is just a word that we misuse

Battered truths, blatant lies

As we built ourselves this personal Frankenstein

Nothing but hurt inside

Caught in the riptide

Bruised, crucified

In this broken house where shadows cloak the light

Now that the love has died

Even the ghosts cry

If love was a raging sea

We’d be wrecked on the rocks of tragedy

It picks you up to bring you down

I’m sick of the memories

Recollections and hopeless parodies

It’s better left behind me now

You know

And I know

Passion only cloaks the naked truth

Battered truths, blatant lies

As we built ourselves this personal Frankenstein

Nothing but hurt inside

Caught in the riptide

Bruised, crucified

In this broken house where shadows cloak the light

Now that the love has died

Even the ghosts cry

You know

And I know

Love is just a word that we misuse

You know

It will haunt me now forever

Passion only cloaks the naked truth

Battered truths, blatant lies

As we built ourselves this personal Frankenstein

Nothing but hurt inside

Caught in the riptide

Bruised, crucified

In this broken house where shadows cloak the light

Now that the love has died

Even the ghosts cry

Now that the love has died

Even the ghosts cry