Wandering off the long way that never ended.
I am the hero of the tale I created.
I've watched you fade!

I'm sorry, how can I portray a shade?
How can it be?
How can it be vibrant in black & white?

On the street, I smelled your scent again.
The ghost to whom I'm screaming in vain.

I don't know how many Masters I have offended.
For I just want to paint your blurry face.

I've watched you fade!
I'm sorry, I've never meant to erase you.

On the street, I smelled your scent again.
The ghost to whom I'm screaming in vain.

You will forever be my ghost-writer.
I don't want to write in silence anymore.

You were close to me for a second,
Because of the perfume you wore, you wore.

On the street, I smelled your scent again. (Again)
The ghost to whom I'm screaming in vain.

You will forever be my ghost-writer. I still need you!
I don't want to write in silence anymore.
Hold my hand."