In a castle dark, or a fortress strong with chains upon my feet, you know that ghost is me. And I will never be set free as long as I'm a ghost that you can't see. If I could read your mind, love, what a tale your thoughts would tell. Just like a paper-back novel, the kind that drug stores sell. When you reach the part where the heartaches come The hero would be me.
Heroes often fail.
And you won't read that book again because the ending's just too hard to take. A movie queen to play the scene of bringing all the good things out in me. But for now. If you could read my mind, love what a tale my thoughts could tell. If you read between the lines you'll see I'm only trying to understand the feelings that you lack.