Ghosts

In the first days of the springtime
Made you a prince with a thousand enemies
Made a trail of a thousand tears
Made you a prisoner inside your own secrecy

There's a ghost in me
Who wants to say: I'm sorry
Doesn't mean I'm sorry

At the first hour
Of the springtime
Made you a prince with a thousand enemies
Now I see you from the corner
Clock strikes and I know you will be drinking alone

There's a ghost in me
Who wants to say: I'm sorry
Doesn't mean I'm sorry