The wrong rub

Ghosts have come but they bring songs
Time is spent correcting wrongs
How does love correct the fear?
It's something sweet inside my ear
Holding hands with the laughter trace
Lending thoughts for my embrace
Feelings stab into my heart
A new dimension begins to start
The dangerous seeds I do not spill
I use them up and try to kill
The heads do shake inside the club
The jaws can drop with one wrong rub