†††††††††††††††††††††††† Phantom Limb†††††

Feeling fine, some other lifetime.

Wake in fear, thatís all that I find here.You have to

Go where you want to go, be what you want to be;

I stand here in tatters, but that doesnít matter.

If I can just stay high, there is no need to cry;

Ghosts have no feelings, they just cannot seem to move on.

Shades all drawn, Iíll never see dawn.

Absent hope, one finds the means to cope.You have to

Go where you want to go, be what you want to be;

The world lies in tatters, but what does it matter?

If I can just stay high, there is no need to cry;

Ghosts have no feelings, they just cannot seem to move on.

Falling through the night, reaching without sight,

I think that I feel you, yet know thatís unreal, too.

Freezing in empty space, haunted by timeís cold face

Love that was once near is now neither here nor quite gone.

Phantom limb, memories grow dim.

New yearís start, empty as my heart.I have to

Know where I want to go, see what I want to be;

If life has been shattered, that just doesnít matter.

Or I can just stay high, numb, without need to cry;

Ghosts have no feelings, they just cannot seem to move on;

Just cannot seem to move on;

Just cannot seem to move on.

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