Perfume

Mist laden view 
Pale morning dew 
I park my car 
The door is ajar 
Shape of a ghost haunting 

Try to 
Move me 
Call out holy

There lay the cold
Stories of old 
I scent perfume 
I hear its tune 
Maybe this stranger loves me 

Try to 
Move me 
Call out holy

You move 
You breathe 
With you here I feel 
Fear leave 

Every last day 
That haunted my past 
Long may they stay 
Lost in their fast"