Talk of Ghosts

Bet I want you dead, I want my feet again
The lights are off I checked, I locked the windows and the doors
I love your hair, you never play with mine
Oh and my sweet lord, I had you figured from the start
I had you figured from the start, I had you figured from the start
But that shouldn’t matter now
Hey, wait your turn, we’re all falling
You let your children down
And high above the undergrowth
A fleeting moment’s gone
Spare me petty change, you’re a poet but a murderer you ain’t,.
We’ve all been standing square. Too long in the tooth
And wash our hands of this affair, my darling dear
No armies couldn’t save you from yourself
Couldn’t save you from yourself
Armies couldn’t save you from yourself
Oh no, wait your turn, we’re all falling
You let your children down
And high above the undergrowth
A fleeting moment’s gone
Now wait your turn, we’re all falling
You let your children down
And high above the undergrowth
A fleeting moment’s gone
I’ll bless you in the dark, my sweetheart
My sweetheart
My sweetheart
My sweetheart