Move Like a Ghost

The last four years have gone like that,
a summer evening in the park,
I can’t remember getting any sleep.
And all the while we said our lines
plus, now and then, some polite remarks.
We made a show of never speaking our minds
But finally it’s like the dream is done, compliments have come and gone,
you never got to know me very well.
You are always so intent
on finding names to amazing games
you will not play.
How am I supposed to dance
if you keep your hands all over me?
How am I supposed to stand
if you bend yourself so low?
You move like a ghost
feeling for a virgin vein.
But god, you smell of early springs
and your skin shows through your dress.
You move exactly like a ghost
trapped inside a subway train.
But god, your teeth show when you smile
as my focus fades.
How am I supposed to dance
if you keep your hands all over me?
How am I supposed to stand
if you bend yourself so low?
Now spare me of your touch.
You used to have a heart of gold,
did you lose it at the war
or did you just give it up?
Walk along love of mine,
no one here knows your name.
Walk along, gentle child,
go your way.
How am I supposed to dance
if you keep your hands all over me?
How am I supposed to stand
if you bend yourself so low?