She’s clasping him so tight

tighter than she ever did

The future looked so bright,

they could hardly wait

and now it is too late

She wasn’t holding back on purpose

she took for granted

they had more time

She wasn’t holding back on purpose

it’s the only thing

that’s on her mind

The mistress and the ghost,

which one loved the other most?

The lover and the rose,

their souls are always close.

She’s hiding with her grief

smaller than she ever felt

And death is such a thief

leaving with the love

that fit her like a glove

She wasn’t holding back on purpose

she took for granted

they had more time

She wasn’t holding back on purpose

it’s the only thing

that’s on her mind

The mistress and the ghost,

which one loved the other most?

The lover and the rose,

their souls are always close.