When memory's ghost begins to ache,
When every word brings tears to break,
Then come to me, just come to me,
Share all your sorrows, set them free.
When memory's ghost begins to ache,
When memory's ghost begins to ache.
These gulfs, these distances, these voids alone,
These gulfs, these distances, why must they be known?
Without you, without you.
When sleep itself begins to flee,
When you yourself forget even me,
Then come to me, just come to me,
Share all your sorrows, set them free.
When memory's ghost begins to ache.
Paths unfold, but where’s the end?
We wander, strangers, without friend.
Paths unfold, but where’s the end?
We wander, strangers, without friend.
When life itself begins to sting,
When even night forgets to sing,
Then come to me, just come to me,
Share all your sorrows, set them free.
When memory's ghost begins to ache,
When memory's ghost begins to ache.
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