You should think of a lesson

As a weapon of love

And teach your brother

Teach your sister

Think of a lesson as a weapon in love

There´s nothing you can do

But let time tick

Stay positive and show stiff lip

Nothing you can do

But let time tick away

I need twice as much space

And half as many things

A well written verse that I can sing

Twice as much space

And a new set of strings

These are the ghosts I made myself

These are the ghosts I made

We can bury the memory

If we want to go back

We´re forward wanting

Past the haunting

Bury the memory

We don´t want to go back