Waiting - Tristesse Contemporaine

Staring at the rose

Watched it till it died

When it decomposed

I placed it by your side

And you look spooky

Like some broken doll

And I lie next to you

Just waiting

Waiting for your ghost to call

Just waiting for your ghost to call

And come back and haunt me

Staring at the rose

I watched it till it died

And when it decomposed

I placed it by your side

And you look spooky

Like some broken doll

And I lie next to you

Just waiting

Waiting for your ghost to call

And come back and haunt me

Waiting for your ghost to call

I’m waiting for your ghost to call

And come back and haunt me

I’m waiting for your ghost co come

I’m waiting for your ghost to come

And come back and haunt me