like a ghost
a ghost of something old
it`s cold and dusty in here
just twenty years
and six feet down I`m told
I know your face
I share your name
in the dark
when shadows have their way
a finger`s a chimney
and the moon`s on fire
then sleep arrives
he`s got his bags and wares
the dragon sleeps
and St. George stares
you won`t write, no you won`t write
that`s all I ask, that you just write
and you say no, that you can`t speak
you`ve lost your voice, you let it go
you let it go
like a ghost
a ghost of something old
it`s cold and dusty in here
it`s in your hand
it sits just like a glove
the finger traces the lines of love
it`s cold and dusty in here
someone you knew
is watching you
I`m someone you knew