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