..watching the night come in from the window, window

His ghost hidesIn my mindIn the nightIn a way he's haunting meI'm wanting him stillThru rose colored skiesOr blue, blue moonlightThere's miracles on highHe's walking byThe quietCuts me thruThe candle burntThe knife has turnedThe pain withersAlive I know deep insideWhen I look at you I've got a second chanceReally need to take it nowOne by one they fall it always breaks me down