Ghost of a Dream - Seven Spires

Follow the ghost of a dream

Make port at the edge of the sea

The heart weighs like stone on a journey alone

I’ll sink it and then take my leave

Thousands of places to see

A few special faces to leave

Take what you need, there is nothing to see

But a dreamer who travels alone

Still I yearn for the warmth of an angel

Though heartless, I still feel the cold

I could dance in the arms of an angel

When the weariness takes its toll

Bound by the ghost of a dream

And haunted by specters of grief

Distant, the glow of the promises old

The cure for mortality

Still I yearn for the warmth of an angel

Though heartless, I still feel the cold

I would sleep in the arms of an angel

When the weariness takes its toll

Follow the ghost of a dream

Before the weariness takes its toll