Chasing Ghosts of Love

Faded snaps in a drool, whispers of what used to be. We danced under stars so bright hands, through the twine, through the night. I laugh like a deep sweet now. It's just shadows at my feet, ploughed the fields from dawn. Built our world from sweat and trust, the time wore thin, the threads we wore. And I laugh like a deep sweet now. Left me chasing ghosts alone. Pouring out denim and scattered schemes, tattered heart and faded seams. We were fire, now just smoke, holding on to what ain't broke. Singing through the ache and pain, faded blue jeans, broken dreams, still the sweetest song. Ain't it sane? One last glance at the old dirt lane, where we carved our names in vain. Winds of change, winds of change, calling soft, left me lost. We were fire, now just smoke, holding on to what ain't broke. Singing through the ache and pain, faded dreams, broken dreams, still the sweetest song. Ain't it sane? Faded blue jeans, broken dreams, still the sweetest song. Faded seams, faded blue jeans, broken dreams, forever and forever in my heart it gleams. Ain't it sane? We were fire, now just smoke, holding on to what ain't broke. We were fire, now just smoke, holding on to what ain't broke. We were fire, now just smoke, holding on to what ain't broke.