Ghosts

You were so sure, but it’s all premature
Going from post to post.
But now she’s creaking up the stairs
And you’re so aware of this unholy host.
Apathy uh, never leaves ya
You spent your time out on the road.
Other sailors, other failures
You spent your time on the (unintelligible) ghost.
So bring back the rhythm of ghosts,
That dance six feet from under my toes.
Hold back the passing of time,
I don’t know what happens when we die,
What happens when we die.
You were alright, it was only midnight,
Just trying to find your way home.
And you would never guess in that black satin dress,
Her skin was colder than a stone.
Early morning, without warning,
Oh you laugh and it’s all the same,
In the bar light, on a good night,
Oh we knew that we’d never change.
So bring back the rhythm of ghosts,
That dance six feet from under my toes.
Hold back the passing of time,
I don’t know what happens when we die,
What happens when we die.
What happens when we die.
But I seem to recall, my one only fault
Is loving you, loving you.
There was a bar across the street, we got something to drink
Tried to talk it out, but I had my doubts.
Oh I had my doubts.
I had my doubts.
So bring back the rhythm of ghosts,
That dance six feet from under my toes.
Hold back the passing of time,
I don’t know what happens when we die,
What happens when we-
Bring back the rhythm of ghosts,
That dance six feet from under my toes.
Hold back the passing of time,
I don’t know what happens when we die,
What happens when we die.
What happens when we die.