thrills and quivers fade
all the unknown behind your gates is gone
I’ve read every thought that crossed your mind
line by line
time incinerates the swinging romance
amazing grace behind the blink of those eyes
naked body of lies
all our kisses were swept away by another one
but I’m still haunted
by the ghost of love
streets in black & red
mellow places where we met are drowned
in melancholy of an analogue life
the shame of innocence
turned us into bohemians
a fake… breaking bottles of booze against the ice
…in leather gloves
haunted by the ghost of love
