Dancing slowly in an empty room Can the lonely take the place of you I sing myself a quiet lullaby Let you go and let the lonely in To take my heart again I'm a ghost of a girl That I want to be most I'm the shell of a girl That I used to know well

These foolish things remind me of you And still my heart has wings Oh, how the ghost of you clings! How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me Oh! Will you never let me be? Oh! Will you never set

The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands. Is it the same for you? Archaic and content you just wash them off Well I swear there's a ghost on this Island His hands, all covered in blood My wife inquired of understanding But of course my dear, you

I sent you roses, I warned you I would Do all that I could to show you the way that I feel Please, don't say I'm wasting my time I've got nothin' but time so I'll do all that I can to catch That ghost of a chance The sunlight, the moonlight Are beyond my

At the sick bed of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head

When I feel the hidden power that lies inside your sound Like the ghost inside the atom that spins it round and round That conjures up that feeling of the sun inside the rain Oh no, you've gone again I feel like Daniel in the lion's den Stone cold in the

And my enemies all know my name 'cause my family don't seem so familiar And when you hear me tap on yer window Panic is on the way What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains? Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night I think he don't got a

I am all eyes I am all ears I am the wall And I'm watching you fall Because faith is mine! There is a scourge in the guise of sanctity A perpetrator with a quill Although it's Not perceived and although it’s not mystery

You in your fancy Material world Don't see the links of chain Binding blood Our own ancestors Are hungry ghosts Closets so full of bones They won't close Call it upward mobility

In all that you are Be what you be, Oh, be what you be, Are, in all that you are. You be what you be, I can still see the shadow of your ghost, Staring on right lost at sea. I can still feel the wind beneath my shoes, Lifting me on up so I can breathe.