Ghost (Alternative Version)
Sure no more what's real, what to feel
Thought-paralysis makes blood congeal
Trapped in limbo, to heaven no stair
Comatose soul looped in a nightmare
Falling forever into an abyss of despair
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks round here
People see right through this ghoul
This fool searching for a relevant role
A vampire, a scavenger, a mole
Sucking sunlight into a black hole
That threads of life entangle, ensnare
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks round here
Present undead in limestone cast
Though died a long ago in the past
A frigid fossil fish on a solitary shore
Of a dead sea and touched no more
For intimacy is more than he can bear
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks round here
A dry flower beheld by parchment eyes
Living in a weathered book of lies
Its barren fragrance fresh in the rosaries
Of his formalin-perfumed memories
That rip his heart, fabric of reality tear
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks round here
Could've been a time-sweetened wine
Sipped and savoured by friends divine
But his moss-laden cellars have been
Concealing bitter potions muscarine
That have never seen a day of fresh air
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks
Who walks
Round here
Could've been a time-sweetened wine
Sipped and savoured by friends divine
But his moss-laden cellars have been
Concealing bitter potions muscarine
That have never seen a day of fresh air
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks
Who walks
He is a ghost who walks
Round here
Thought-paralysis makes blood congeal
Trapped in limbo, to heaven no stair
Comatose soul looped in a nightmare
Falling forever into an abyss of despair
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks round here
People see right through this ghoul
This fool searching for a relevant role
A vampire, a scavenger, a mole
Sucking sunlight into a black hole
That threads of life entangle, ensnare
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks round here
Present undead in limestone cast
Though died a long ago in the past
A frigid fossil fish on a solitary shore
Of a dead sea and touched no more
For intimacy is more than he can bear
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks round here
A dry flower beheld by parchment eyes
Living in a weathered book of lies
Its barren fragrance fresh in the rosaries
Of his formalin-perfumed memories
That rip his heart, fabric of reality tear
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks round here
Could've been a time-sweetened wine
Sipped and savoured by friends divine
But his moss-laden cellars have been
Concealing bitter potions muscarine
That have never seen a day of fresh air
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks
Who walks
Round here
Could've been a time-sweetened wine
Sipped and savoured by friends divine
But his moss-laden cellars have been
Concealing bitter potions muscarine
That have never seen a day of fresh air
He is seen but he is not really there
He is a ghost who walks
Who walks
He is a ghost who walks
Round here
Credits
Writer(s): Sualeh Keen
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