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Ghost of Your Touch 1 by شوقاVV

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Ghost of Your Touch 1

pop,female vocals

0:003:39
Lyrics
Description
Verse 1
The lights fade out, I taste the smoke,
Your name still burns inside my throat.
We danced like ashes in the rain,
You swore forever under that cheap motel neon.
Pre‑Chorus
Your laugh left fingerprints on midnight glass,
Perfume that won't wash out — it outlives the past.
A cigarette between your fingers, a map of every lie,
I keep coming back to why the memory won't die.
Chorus 1
You're the ghost of your touch, I can't escape it,
Every breath I take, I can still taste the cigarette.
Cold hands on my back though nobody's there,
Neon buzz and your perfume still hang in the air.
Verse 2
The last goodbye was a train whistle at three,
Your jacket on the chair, your lighter rolling free.
You left your phone face down, the screen flashed with a name,
I watched the motel curtains burn with our flame.
Pre‑Chorus 2
There’s ash in the ashtray shaped like the smile you made,
The streetlight hums like a memory that won't fade.
I trace the scar where the compass of us broke,
And every crooked promise hangs heavier than smoke.
Chorus 2 (variation)
Your touch is a ghost I learn to keep,
It tapes to my skin when I'm half asleep.
Cold rooms fill with echoes I try to spare,
I wake in cities that smell like yesterday's air.
Bridge
Maybe I loved the ruin—maybe I dressed for the fall,
Maybe I'm built to be the answer to your call.
I found the lighter in my coat and lit the edges of your name,
I keep the shape of you like a photograph—then watch it change.
Final Chorus (variation + resolution)
Your touch is a ghost I learn to keep,
A map of midnight roads and promises that weeps.
Cold ash on my tongue, neon in my veins,
Heaven or hell, I trace you, then I change.
Outro
You're the ghost of your touch — I taste it, I release it.
One last high note, one last breath, and I begin to leave it.