Do you feel so small
on sunday afternoon
in your loveless house
full of empty rooms
once a place of life
once upon a time
flames are dying out
while ghosts move in
crossing on the stair
asleep in empty chairs
tell me... are you lonely ?
And if we believe wisdom comes with years
as knowledge stings our eyes
the easier the tears
cradled in the sadness, a heart that ever aches
i'm praying with all mine
i won't make the same mistakes
are the dark seeds there
in the blood we share
tell me... are you lonely ?
While love lives, while suns set
while snowmoons rise in november skies
while ties bind while souls cry
while oceans ride in an endless tide
while love grows, while blood flows
while truth is real you need never feel alone
What seems to hurt the most
is giving up the ghost
so tell me... are you lonely ?