Ghosts

How come I don't
Think about you so often
Even though
Even though you're on my mind
When the sun goes west to east
And the moon finds his own way home
Why have I
A sense that someone's gotta show him how it's done

Why is it always
Stormy in this desert
When there's no cloud in sight
And I've never seen a spot of rain
I think I owe you a silent chat
And a bite to drink, if you'd fancy that
Or a skype would suffice in place of something
In place of something proper

I think there's something to be said
For leaving things too late
It adds value to the effort
Adds flavour to stale bread
I think we should jump the lights
And get ahead of the traffic
I've got a membership
A first-class ticket like a socialite

We'll see the ghosts
Of past duets before us
And they'll guide us
And they'll guide us through the minefield
I can hear semaphore
I can hear sign language
Coming from
Coming from within the floorboards

Telling me
Telling me
Telling me
Telling me
Telling me
Telling me
Telling me

You're not a ghost
You're not a ghost
You're not a ghost
You're not a ghost
You're not a ghost
You're not a ghost
You're not a ghost
You're not a ghost



Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence Diffey
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