I’d be the last one to know if you are always unhappy First one who would ever ask why? It was me you abandoned Have I imagine that you were ever mine.
It’s a black and white photo of you that I own That proves you were ever alive Is that me that you’re holding? Or am I just hoping you help me at least one time
There’s a tap on the window and bird that come in the evenings when I’m alone As the shadow that crosses move over the ceiling up above, my bed below No two angels are alike, and I want to think that in fact you might know Love is much worse often blind in the arms of a ghost.
Oh your eyes the same, kind of blue as the sea More like the sky when it’s dawn Did your hair grow blonde by the end of the summer and you always wear it long. Did you stay between cities in a wilderness wind? Living wasn’t too much to bear. Did you fall from the white? Or halfway in fire that over would take you there
There’s a light that appears up over the buildings before the other ones Vanish this one’s has been notice returning back to where it’s from No two stars are alike, and I want to think that in fact you might know Love is much worse often blind in the arms of a ghost.
In the night do you bow with your head down and ask gone to be there with you And if you do, why won’t you ask and why I can’t be there too Are you laughing or crying is somebody there Someone that you want near Now these thoughts of you, they lie down deep where there aren’t any tears
And I sleep I can hear the voice of a woman its beautiful and young Saying ‘do you understand you’re none other reasons why I am alone’ No two dreams are alike, and I want to think that in fact you might know Love is much worse often blind in the arms of a ghost.
Love is much worse often blind in the arms of a ghost.