Ghostwalker from Ontario by Noon Tangent

He reaches for her face.
Do his feet touch the ground as he follows out the door?
He cannot say her name!
He cannot say her name.

He moves through the halls.
Is there light in the dark - in the hollows of her heart?
He cannot fight this pain!
He cannot fight this pain.

How long until she finds somebody else?
How long will he be able to watch in silence, longing for her touch?
He walks through infinity.
How long until he moves on with everyone and everything?
And learns that we all die alone.

He drifts beneath her gown.
Is that her soul he feels or the marrow of her bones?
He cannot taste her skin!
He cannot taste her skin.

He searches for a trace.
Can he see himself inside her yellow pallid eyes?
How can it be this way?
How can it be this way?

How long until she finds somebody else?
How long will he be able to watch in silence, longing for her touch?
He walks through infinity.
How long until he moves on with everyone and everything?
How long until she finds somebody else?
How long will he be able to watch in silence, longing for her touch?
He walks through infinity.
How long until he moves on with everyone and everything?
And learns that we all die alone.

• Alternative
• amature
• folk rock
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Ottawa