Verse 1

The winter wind danced through my curls.

And I was the happiest girl,

When your sparkling brown eyes met mine,

And it seemed like the stars aligned.

Oh, I remember the hope,

The conviction that we'll last.

And it was so hard to cope,

With how you became the past.

Chorus

And now the ghost of me chases the shadow of you,

Down to the oblivion that we faded into.

And now the ghost of me misses the shadow of you,

Till my heart bleeds crimson red and my soul burns in blue.

Once upon a time, we had a fairy-tale in our hands.

Once upon a time, we were in Paradise, Promised Land.

Told you it was too good to be true.

Now all that is left of that is

The ghost of me, the shadow of you,

The ghost of me, the shadow of you.

Verse 2

November 25th, the day

You took my every breathe away,

With your innocence and sweetness.

You brought such a smile to my face.

Oh, I remember the peace,

Like at last I'd found the shore,

And now every night I wish,

That I could have that once more!

Chorus

And now the ghost of me chases the shadow of you,

Down to the oblivion that we faded into.

And now the ghost of me misses the shadow of you,

Till my heart bleeds crimson red and my soul burns in blue.

Once upon a time, we had a fairy-tale in our hands.

Once upon a time, we were in Paradise, Promised Land.

Told you it was too good to be true.

Now all that is left of that is

The ghost of me, the shadow of you,

The ghost of me, the shadow of you.

Bridge

Oh, what a difference a year can make!

What one holds most precious, time will take.

And I've lost you, I've lost myself,

I've been living dead in this Hell,

And waiting for this pain's ending,

Or waiting for the end of my life.

The wounds you made are still gaping,

Still just as raw and still just as ripe.

Chorus

And now the ghost of me chases the shadow of you,

Down to the oblivion that we faded into.

And now the ghost of me misses the shadow of you,

Till my heart bleeds crimson red and my soul burns in blue.

Once upon a time, we had a fairy-tale in our hands.

Once upon a time, we were in Paradise, Promised Land.

Told you it was too good to be true.

Now all that is left of that is

The ghost of me, the shadow of you,

The ghost of me, the shadow of you.