Ghost

Up on the mountain, always alone, there stands a cherry tree
Down in the city, always alone, moves the ghost of me
I wouldn’t mind, it would be fine, to be joined at the hip with you
But the waves crash on rocks and smash the ship in two
Ghost story, memento mori, stop and smell the flowers
Slack at the middle, trying to rekindle sexual superpowers
Crushed under glass, life going past like a subway crowd
I want to live all I can live, all that I’m allowed
And if I recall anything at all, I’ll recall this filthy moon
Orange and lonely, hollow and holy, with a junky spoon
And if it should happen that we never meet again at least we had this week
We will recall this old hotel, this refreshing sleep
Lying alone 'til daylight arrives, the emptiness of night
All my doubts scuttling about and nothing ever feeling right
I want to live all I can live, all that life allows
Dragging the night into the light, through the quisling clouds
Mist in the valley, trains in the city, a hot day’s sudden showers
Slack at the middle, trying to rekindle sexual superpowers
Up on a mountain, always alone, there stands a cherry tree
Down in the city, always alone, there moves the ghost of me