The Ghosts Of My Dead Lovers Songtext
von Phil Shöenfelt

In my end is my beginning
I heard a voice call out to me
I saw you standing by the window
A face unveiling
And her face is now unveiled
Behind the cloak of skin
And our bodies fall away
And our bodies fall away

And the ghosts of your dead lovers
They pass right through me
Right through me
They pass right through me


And the burden now is shifting
Without end is my beginning
Truth made flesh between us
Beneath the bitter yellow moon
Dark mirror flame of endless night
Who shall be witness to this slaughter?
Hate I will endure thee
Grace I still await thee

And the ghosts of my dead lovers
They pass right through you
Right through you
They pass right through you

In the darkness of this room
In a place beyond despair
In my end is my beginning
We are no longer sacred
All down these empty murderous streets
I deny my claim to virtue
Love is lust in the beginning
Then our bodies fall away

And the ghosts of my dead lovers
They pass right through me
Right through me
They pass right through me