Ghost Story

There's a snake in the garden
And a scratch on the glass
Pressed against a wedding photograph
By my side of the bed
There's a worm in the branches
And an itch on my tongue
The pomegranate juice on our lips
Dried like blood
Has the shame unravels us
To curse each other in the passion of our drunkenness
Pray for me Saint Francis
I'm a terrible mess
Could God ever make an instrument of peace out of this?
Oh I need her by my side
Come a little bit closer girl
My voice just doesn't carry like it used to
Oh just put your hand in mine
Move a little bit slower darling
My feet don't quite keep rhythm like they used to
Bless me virgin mother
By the fruit of thy womb
I've always been a Protestant but could you pray for me too?
I want to believe again
Oh I want to fight
And maybe I can swallow my doubts with the wafer and wine
Oh I need her by my side
Come a little bit closer girl
My voice just doesn't carry like it used to
Oh just put your hand in mine
Move a little bit slower darling
My feet don't quite keep rhythm like they used to
'Cause I'm a ghost and this fortress is my home
It's all I've ever had
It's all I've ever known
I'm a ghost-- I'm a spirit in the air
My flesh and bones have begun to disappear
I'm a ghost! (Oooh Oooh Oooh)
On a crisp October night
I'll give the babies a fright (we are but ash and dust)
I'll haunt them with a song
Until the morning comes (we are but ash and dust
To dust we shall return)
I'm a ghost! a wisp is all I am
Or the finest grain of sand
Or a ray that hits the moon (Oooh Oooh Oooh)
And fades away into the vastness of space



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel E Pimentel
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