Ghost Boy - Widowspeak

I could see through him

His love for the living

He’s gone cold — I couldn’t forgive him

He couldn’t do this

A shade so aimless

Still has all unfinished business

Trouble from the start

Ghost boy and his dead heart

See him late at night

Such a sorry sight

He’s see-through, silver and white

Trouble from the start

Ghost boy and his dead heart