Would You Love A Ghost?

Where are you now, when I need you most?
I think I saw you, but it was just a ghost.
There is such a cold place, in your part of bed.
I think of you in my prayers, when I pray for the dead.

I feel pain so intense, but don´t know for what it is.
I wish for a one last embrace, for a one more kiss.
But you are so far away and you do not hear.
I think I heard you, but it just wind blew here.

Oh all those moments, that we have had shared.
They seem so empty now and I feel so scared.
Shall there be a love for me? Or will I have to live without?
I see no point in going on, though turning it inside-out.

I think I have to forget you, but don´t know if I can.
Why the fuck you left? Leaving me a broken man.
This was my question and soon an answer came.
As I looked amazed at the picture in my window frame.

There were the icy flowers of the morning frost
and a writing there: „Would you love a ghost?“
Then there was a sudden cold, it gave me a thrill.
I fell on the floor and whispered silently: „Oh yes I will."

Oh yes I will!