Phantoms
Lucas Woodland
[Verse]
In the face of death, forgiveness is a small, small price
I remember the last time I laid my eyes upon him
I can still see him now. Handsome, even with his back turned
If I knew that day would be my last with him, I’d have done anything to reach him before the door shut
It was a different time back then, but I have not felt love like that since
You were so special to me, but I learned so much about myself the first time around
You never said it, but I knew you understood that
It’s so very cruel how life can give and take, with no measure of compassion
But at least I know now that I’m being watched over more than most
You sit on my bed together, perched like phantoms now
