Ghost

There used to be loving pouring in through my window
There used to be hope dripping all over my face
But no one wrote it down
And we're all so forgetful nowadays

So grab your cash, boys, grab your cash
Grab your cash and get it going
Dig up something from the dirt that Shakespeare wrote
But I don't know if that could ever make it to the canon
So that must mean that it never happened
We've sacrificed our eyes for the salt that's in our blood
But you can see the beauty in a ghost if you're looking hard enough

So come on over; Mom said you should stay for dinner
We'll watch a movie and lick lollipops at the bank
And I'll even let you have the green one
If you promise not to leave town in a couple of days

But don't look so anxious; this is only the beginning
We've got time to kill and nothing on our plates
Let's write our Christmas list together
Hopefully we can consolidate

And I'm reading books and telling their stories
And so are they, but our chapters aren't the same
And though it seems so realistic in the morning
It's called fiction at the end of the day

So grab your cash, girls, grab your cash
Grab your cash and get it going
Dig up something from the earth that Jesus wrote
Because if He said so
I'll share with Him my meals as confessions
And try to reenact the Great Depression
The sky is pouring rain and the sea is flashing floods
So now Christmastime is over and the end has just begun
But you can see the beauty in a ghost if you're looking hard enough