The Ghost

Do you know from what you're told there's a ghost
And are your eyes unsatisfied, between the lines
And are you warm, outside the door with your blue lips torn

Or will you make your mind up or will you hold out on dry luck
And just wait till your time is up

Could you believe past what you see, bowed to the screen
That smiles and sings so soft and sweet, for your throat its reach
Maybe you're warm outside the door, never sense the storm

So will you make your mind up or will you hold out on dry luck
And just wait till your time is up
And will you say that you're life's won and
You've found the place where gold runs
But when you lay down was it all for none
Or will you go back to your first love
Where your tears ring and your heart pumps
And your feet move like they've never run

Why should I swing the door, for a hollow rotted pompous floor
Scandal for my affections and senseless loss of life
But then you risked to tell me twice that you were
More than air and starry eyed, stepped from your
Silver clouds and shared under heavy hours

Now has my heart just begun, and I'll trade gold
For a spring of life that ever runs
And I'll go back to my first love where my tears ring
And my heart pumps and my feet move like they've never run