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You touched me like I wasn’t gone. A flicker, a breath— still hanging on. We speak in silence, haunt what we knew. Not quite alive, not fully through. We’re ghosts with skin, and this is the ache— the almost love we still can't shake.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro – ambient wind textures, bowed glass sounds, soft reversed piano tones] [Verse 1 – hushed vocals, sparse piano] You brushed past me Like smoke from a fire A shadow with heartbeat A ghost with desire Your hands still know Where my bruises begin But you haunt this house Like ghosts with skin [Pre-Chorus – breathy harmonies build, subtle strings emerge] You’re gone but not gone Still sleep in my seams Love like a fever And loss like a dream [Chorus – slow, haunting crescendo, layered ambient textures] We’re ghosts with skin Breathing in sorrow Loving in echoes Borrowed tomorrow I see you in mirrors That never reflect Touching the parts That time can’t protect We’re ghosts with skin Still pretending to live Still holding the hands We forgot how to give [Verse 2 – slightly fuller instrumentation, whispered background vocals] I lit all the candles But none brought you back You linger in silence Between every crack Your laugh is a language That memory speaks And your absence, A god I meet every week [Pre-Chorus – repeat, stronger instrumentation, broken vocals] You’re gone but not gone Still sleep in my seams Love like a fever And loss like a dream [Chorus – repeat, more intense swell and ambient layers] We’re ghosts with skin Breathing in sorrow Loving in echoes Borrowed tomorrow I see you in mirrors That never reflect Touching the parts That time can’t protect We’re ghosts with skin Still pretending to live Still holding the hands We forgot how to give [Bridge – minimal music, almost a whisper] If I forget you Do I forget me? We were made of longing And memory debris [Final Chorus – slow, fading like breath on glass] We’re ghosts with skin We never let go Living in silence Too heavy to show We touch like a prayer We ache like the end We’re ghosts with skin That still try to mend [Outro – piano fades into reverse, last breath whisper: “ghosts… with skin…”]
Song info
A slow-burning, cinematic ballad wrapped in haunting ambience and raw emotional vocals. It feels like grief breathing under a thin veil of memory—intimate, eerie, and fragile. A ghost story for the still-living.
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