Ghost

I can taste your sweet skin on mine
It's snowing in summertime
I can feel your shiver in my spine
It's like we never really died

See I've been trying to kill this bittersweet symphony
But now your the ghost I can't cast out
I'm praying that the God of Heaven will rescue me
But every time he comes I choose this hell...

The fire never runs out
Haunted by the sweet sound
The devil's merry-go-round
Heaven help me
Your the demon I crave
Your the ghost I can't shake
Lord I need to be saved
All I can do is
Pray
Pray

I don't know what's my memories
Or my imaginings
I was your masterpiece fantasy
Or maybe it was just a dream?