You face the mirror and, in the moon, you see reflected
Your walk from room to room the light on his collection
A faded suitcase, foreign journeys laid to rest
Nails from a shipwreck, an ivory tusk and a sailors map

You sit and wait alone for his door to open
The furniture is old and hard - it should be broken
Thereʼs something moving in the corner, maybe nothing
But with your childlike eyes you sees the pain that keeps these ghosts alive

And I was standing by the trees your father planted near the street
And when you think itʼs time to leave
I will be waiting

Behind that heavy wall, the years you spent apart
And while the sickness washes clean his broken heart
He wonders what he did and wishes that he could
It was never perfect but somehow she made it good

But years ago she looked into that mirror and saw an ocean
And who knows what they did for love and for devotion
And now youʼre back here trying to piece it all apart
And you donʼt know what it will take to have to keep his ghosts alive

And they were standing by the trees your father planted near the street
And when he passes on the lea, they will be waiting

In your house I see you smiling in that picture that she kept
Throwing an airplane on a island somewhere west
Another of your family posed outside a summerhouse
And yeah I know that you’re still trying to sort it out
But we can take the steps we want and have them walking by our side
And if we take these steps together we would know the reason why
We keep these ghosts alive