Haunted Heart

An atmospheric ghost story about returning to the scene of a romantic crime.

Ghosts in the city,
Surrounding the towers.
The midnight is misty.
I’m up after hours.
While red lights are blinking,
I’m making the rounds
Where we were the king and
The queen of this town.

It’s lifting my spirits
To see these old friends.
They buy me a beer, and
They ask where I’ve been.
But there ain’t no escaping
Your face in the frame,
Or my heartbeat that’s racing
At the sound of your name,

If you would only let me be,
I was never afraid of the dark.
I could let you rest in peace,
‘Stead of staying awake
With you in my haunted heart.

I drive by your house,
To be sure it exists.
The lights are all out,
And a candle is lit.
Through the leaves in the trees,
Lord, it flickers and floats,
And it’s hard to believe
I’m believing in ghosts.

If you would only let me be,
I was never afraid of the dark.
I could let you rest in peace,
‘Stead of staying awake,
Layin’ awake,
And set me free.
Letting go is the hardest part.
And I could finally rest in peace,
‘Stead of staying awake
With you in my haunted heart.

Words and music © 2003 by Steve Brooks and Frog Records
(512) 200-5619
[email protected]
www.stevebrooks.net

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