Ghost

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Ghost,

Did you know sometimes it frightens me

when you say my name and I can't see you

will you ever learn to materialize before you speak

impetuous boy, if that's what you really are

how many centuries since you've climbed a balcony

or do you do this every night with someone else

you tell me that you never leave

and I am almost afraid to believe it

why is it me you've chosen to follow

did you like the way I look when I am sleeping

was my hair more fun to tangle

are my dreams more entertaining

do you laugh when I'm complaining that I'm all alone

where were you when I searched the sea

for a friend to talk to me

in a year where will you be

is it enough for you to steal into my mind

filling up my page with music written in my hand

you know I'll take the credit for I must have made you come to me somehow

but please try to close the curtains when you leave at night

or I'll have to find someone to stay and warm me

will you always attend my midnight tea parties

as long as I set your place

if one day your sugar sits untouched

will you have gone forever

would you miss me in a thousand years

when you will dry another's tears

but you say you'll never leave me

and I wonder if you'll have the decency

to pass through my wall to the next room

while I dress for dinner

but when I'm stuck in conversation

with stuffed shirts whose adoration

hurts my ears, where are you then

can't you cut in when I dance with other men

it's too late not to interfere with my life

you've already made me a most unsuitable wife

for any man who wants to be the first his bride has slept with

and you can't just fly into people's bedrooms

then expect them to calmly wave goodbye

you've changed the course of history

and didn't even try

where are you now

standing behind me

taking my hand

come and remind me

who you are

have you traveled far

are you made of stardust too

are the angels after you

tell me what I am to do

but until then I'll save your side of the bed

just come and sing me to sleep.

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