Fantasma

Under the shadows of bright hues in the garden
I read your letter, burning and pulsing like a scalpel
A ghost knocks at the door and I got lost in myself

Killing me slowly and I fell

I have no strength for a prayer
I understand the end
This choice changed how you live within yourself

Killing me slowly
Killing me slowly and I fell

Under the shadows of bright hues in the garden

I read your letter, burning and pulsing like a scalpel
Killing me slowly and I fell