The Ghost That Was the Girl

The ghost that was the girl

Oh the ghost that was the girl

Looks like she has the keys to the underworld

Roaming through a house

Long ago vacated

Floating through a house

Empty rooms that the long dead evaded

I’m really dying for some kind of truth

But only get scorch marks where flames were recently doused

I go back out into the back garden

Sit silently with my memories

And the cloud of despair that descends far too often

Stew silently with the memories

I’m trying to work towards some kind of revelation

Kind of maybe hoping to raise the girl up out of the coffin

The ghost that was the girl

Oh the ghost that was the girl

Looks like she has the keys to the underworld

The spirit of fresh new perfume

Leaves me utterly confused

A tender young body to exhume

And the ghost of a girl

Yes the ghost of a girl

The ghost that was the girl

The girl