In "Ghosts," Valentyne lingers in a haunted space where a lost love still appears in shadows and darkness. The ache moves between desperate bargaining, offering to drag the beloved back or lock away another piece of them, and the colder truth that only pain and memory remain. The repeated image of being trapped and bound to familiar suffering turns grief into a kind of haunting, while the final admission of blood that will not wash off suggests guilt has fused with loss. What remains is the hollow comfort of ghosts.
Ghosts Lyrics by Valentyne
I still see you in the shadows
Meet you in the dark
I’d drag you from the other side
If I just cross my heart
If it’s the last time
(Love like you mean it)
That you’re mine
(Hold on to the feeling)
Now I,
Forget your face, but not your taste
Trapped in this place and it won’t let go
Where do I turn
Now that you’re gone
Lost in the dark and I feel so cold
Bound to the pain I know
There’s nothing left, there’s nothing left but ghosts
Darling we could play pretend
If only you would stay
I’d take another piece of you
Keep it locked away
If it’s the last time
(Love ‘til we’re broken)
That you’re mine
(Will we ever know it?)
But I,
I’ll play along for you
Trapped in this place and it won’t let go
Where do I turn
Now that you’re gone
Lost in the dark and I feel so cold
Bound to the pain I know
There’s nothing left, there’s nothing left but ghosts
As I fall down
Calling your name
Will you reach out
Or let me down
As I fall down
Calling your name
Now I’m left with the blame
There’s no way out
As I fall down
Calling your name
Will you reach out
Or let me down
As I fall down
Calling your name
Now I’m left with the blame
There’s no way out
Where do I turn
Now that you’re gone
Lost in the dark and I feel so cold
Bound to the pain I know
There’s nothing left, there’s nothing left but ghosts
Where do I turn
Now that you’re gone
There’s blood on my hands and it won’t wash off
Cursed to remain, I know
There’s nothing left, there’s nothing left but ghosts
There’s nothing left but ghosts
There’s nothing left but ghosts
There’s nothing left but ghosts