Ghost

It was a handshake, it was a business break
We called it like it was
Should have been quick and clean, I was a bad machine
And I didn't mean to fall in love

It started simple, you came around
I was looking for trouble when my old man was out of town
Couldn't put down the bottle, couldn't put down the pen
Writing lines together in that old leather book again

But I know something you don't anymore
Yeah I know something you don't anymore

Lightly baby, idly plagues you
My ghost
Flying lazy past you baby
My ghost

I took their magick and then I took their bands
Couldn't get ahead kept trying to turn into a man
But then I turned all the living rooms
To floating golden white saloons
Rolled it up, and sold it back to them

Now I grow breaking up fast through your floor
My vines grow everywhere you don't go

Lightly baby, idly plagues you
My ghost
Flying lazy past you baby
My ghost