You should think of a lessonAs a weapon of loveAnd teach your brotherTeach your sisterThink of a lesson as a weapon in loveThere´s nothing you can doBut let time tickStay positive and show stiff lipNothing you can doBut let time tick awayI need twice as much spaceAnd half as many thingsA well written verse that I can singTwice as much spaceAnd a new set of stringsThese are the ghosts I made myselfThese are the ghosts I madeWe can bury the memoryIf we want to go backWe´re forward wantingPast the hauntingBury the memoryWe don´t want to go back