Jane Doe

She falls, the look of disillusion
Fresh upon her quickly fading eyes
Across the room the guilty party turns and leaves their story
Woven on the coattails of a ghost

We wonder (we wonder)
We question (we question)
Why are you gone? (Why are you gone?)

The stains are steamed
The walls receive a perfect coat of white
To cover up the homicide

The family grieves
The memories remain
The years washing away

We question the outcome, the fairness
We wonder what will happen to us
We struggle to let go in anger
We ask aloud

Why are you
Woven on the coattails of a ghost
Woven on the coattails of a ghost
Woven on the coattails of a ghost
Woven on the coattails of a ghost

Woven on the coattails