The ghosts, that experience that still living it seems to have happened to others...

I leave this dark song, as always, but with my sense of humor so ... subtle, but enough...

Mora

I am the ghost
that lives
under the shadow
of a tree
with no name
with no name   x2

I am the ghost
that lives
over the flowers
lying on old graves
with no name
with no name

I'm my ghost
I'm my ghost
but I'm fine
but I'm fine

I'm not cold
or hot
and I can fly
when I walk

I'm not cold
or hot
and I can fly
when I walk

I can inspire
the whispers
of creatures
furtives
under the light
on the other side of mine
on the other side of mine

I can spy
the dreams
of those who are dark
wandering
wandering among my seas
wandering
wandering among my seas

Nothing I can grab
nothing I can lose
nothing
left
to fear

nothing
left
to fear

I am the ghost
who lives
under the shadow
of a tree
with no name
with no name