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
 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