Echoes and Ghosts

**Verse 1: Jason** In the shadow of the overpass, I sketched your face On the back of a map, a trace of grace gone cold Coffee cups and cigarette ash, littering the dash Memories fade like the radio, in whispers low **Chorus: Both** If I could bottle up the ghosts that we became Preserve the echoes of your whispers in the rain Maybe then I’d drink, drown out the sound Of all the “might-have-beens”, if you were still around **Verse 2: Phoebe** Underneath the bridge, the water’s black as tar I skip stones to see how far they'll sink away Each ripple a skipped heartbeat, a metaphor retold For every secret buried deep, every story left untold **Chorus: Both** If I could bottle up the ghosts that we became Preserve the echoes of your whispers in the rain Maybe then I’d drink, drown out the sound Of all the “might-have-beens”, if you were still around **Bridge: Phoebe** And in the stillness of the night, I hear you call Softly, like the setting sun before it falls (End) **transition to wicked ending with big drums and epic outro** **Verse 1: Jason** In the shadow of the overpass, I sketched your face On the back of a map, a trace of grace gone cold Coffee cups and cigarette ash, littering the dash Memories fade like the radio, in whispers low **Verse 2: Phoebe** Underneath the bridge, the water’s black as tar I skip stones to see how far they'll sink away Each ripple a skipped heartbeat, a metaphor retold For every secret buried deep, every story left untold **Chorus: Both** If I could bottle up the ghosts that we became Preserve the echoes of your whispers in the rain Maybe then I’d drink, drown out the sound Of all the “might-have-beens”, if you were still around **Bridge: Phoebe** And in the stillness of the night, I hear you call Softly, like the setting sun before it falls (End) **transition to wicked ending with big drums and epic outro** **Chorus:** If I could bottle up the ghosts that we became Preserve the echoes of your whispers in the rain Maybe then I’d drink, drown out the sound Of all the “might-have-beens”, if you were still around **Outro** And in the stillness of the night, I hear you call Softly, like the setting sun before it falls (End)