Honey Gentry - Ghosts of Lovers Past

We are the cinnamon angels
Floating on the breeze
Memories from your distant past
Come to you with ease

Remember us when you see the birds
Sitting in the trees
They fly away when the moment comes
Don’t get too close to me

Golden hour sunlit eyes
From the ashes we will rise

We are the ghosts of lovers past
Come to you in your dreams
Come to you when times are bad
You wonder what it means

Golden hour sunlit eyes
From the ashes we will rise
We cast our spells like we did before
Like we did before
Like we did before

Golden hour sunlit eyes
From the ashes we will rise
We cast our spells like we did before
Like we did before
Like we did before