كلمات Jane Doe

She falls, the look of disillusion Fresh upon her quickly fading eyes Across the room the guilty party turns and leaves their story Woven on the coattails of a ghost We wonder (we wonder) We question (we question) Why are you gone? (Why are you gone?) The stains are steamed The walls receive a perfect coat of white To cover up the homicide The family grieves The memories remain The years washing away We question the outcome, the fairness We wonder what will happen to us We struggle to let go in anger We ask aloud Why are you Woven on the coattails of a ghost Woven on the coattails of a ghost Woven on the coattails of a ghost Woven on the coattails of a ghost Woven on the coattails