I SEE, I FEEL, I HEAR....
SOMETHING INFINITELY DEAR,
SOMETHING ABOUT THIS PLACE,
THAT SETS MY HEART RACING AWAY....
MIDNIGHT WHISPERS,
GHOSTS OF THE PAST....
THEY'VE BEEN DUST FOR A CENTURY
YET, STILL THEY LAST....
WOULD THEY LIVE AGAIN,
IF GIVEN HALF A CHANCE ?
WOULD THEY SING AGAIN,
OF AN AGELESS ROMANCE?
ECHOES OF YESTERDAY,
LEADING ME ON ....
THEY ARE REMNANTS OF
A SWEET OLD SONG ....
AND THEY ARE TELLING ME THAT
SOMETHING'S NOT GONE
THE FAINTEST WHIFF OF ROSES,
A SHADOW CAST BY ITSELF,
IS THIS THE WORK OF A PHANTOM,
OR JUST SOME MISCHIEVOUS ELF?
AM I UNWISE....
TO COME HERE ALONE?
BUT I HAVE THE STRANGEST SENSATION....
A FEELING THAT I'VE COME HOME.
MORGANA