“Ghosts in Our Bed” drifts between love and the afterlife — where every memory still breathes and every silence feels haunted. A dark cinematic ballad of heartbreak, longing, and unseen presences trying to mend what’s been broken. This song blurs the line between the living, the lost, and the love that refuses to die. Track 4 of War We Call Love Album

Lyrics

There’s a chill between the pillows, a flicker in the dark,
Candles tremble on the dresser like they know who we are.
Every word we never buried keeps on knocking at the wall
You turn away, but I can feel them whisper through it all.

They’re saying, “Don’t give up, don’t fade tonight.”
Your shadow moves when the room’s gone quiet.

There are ghosts in our bed, calling our names,
Pulling the sheets like they’re shifting the blame.
Haunting the space where our hearts once bled
They’re begging us to love again.
Every sigh, every tear we shed,
Wakes the ghosts in our bed.

Your uncle’s stare in the mirror frame,
My grandmother’s perfume in the flame.
The veil grows thin when we start to fight—
Even spirits crave the light.

They whisper secrets we’re too proud to hear,
Turn our anger into souvenir.

There are ghosts in our bed, rattling chains,
Singing forgiveness through thunder and rain.
They touch my hand, say “it’s not the end,”
They’re pleading us to love again.
Every sigh, every word unsaid,
Feeds the ghosts in our bed.

I saw their faces in the candle smoke,
Heard “I’m sorry” in the echoes you spoke.
If love survives the grave, then so can we
Let’s haunt this pain until it’s free.

Ghosts in our bed, they’re dancing now,
Turning our silence into vows.
The past lays down, the future bends
They fade away as we make amends.
No more fear, no more dread
Just the ghosts we laid to rest in our bed.

Soft heartbeats, candle hiss
Even the dead believe in this.