Held my breath for a while
Could have sworn I saw a smile
He has secrets for me
A world of wonder that I need.
Fingertips to his face
Mark the edge with a trace
Close the curtain close the door
Stop the clock, before.
Something in the way he turns his head
Something in the perfect lines unsaid
William and his ghost are calling, calling
William and his ghost are calling, calling
William and his ghost won’t let you go
At the back of the hall
Where the dusty shadows fall
He is waiting for me
With all the answers that I need
Something in the way he turns his head
Something in the perfect lines unsaid
William and his ghost are calling, calling
William and his ghost are calling, calling
William and his ghost won’t let you go
William and his ghost won’t let you go.

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