From the album PLAYING THE GHOST

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Lyrics

PLAYING THE GHOST

It took me just one look
To find what I lack.
I wish I could take back
That little black book.

I see your distant gaze
Through the flimsy gauze.
I wonder, as I pause,
Why crime never pays.

In case you haven’t guessed
Who’s playing the ghost,
Just see who has the most
Pretty bed sheets messed.

You can lead and I’ll follow;
I’ll let you propose a toast.
My words would all be hollow,
Would be all bluster and boast.
You’ll be playing Apollo,
And I’ll be playing the ghost.

Somewhere in the dark past,
While tied to the post,
My mind began to coast;
Then the die was cast.

After the noisy crash,
After the sick crush,
You handed me the brush,
And you called me brash.

In case you haven’t guessed
Who’s playing the ghost,
Just see who has the most
Pretty bed sheets messed.

You can lead and I’ll follow;
I’ll let you propose a toast.
My words would all be hollow,
Would be all bluster and boast.
You’ll be playing Apollo,
And I’ll be playing the ghost.


Back before our paths crossed,
You were upper crust.
Our love began as lust,
Lingered, and then lost.

In case you haven’t guessed
Who’s playing the ghost,
Just see who has the most
Pretty bed sheets messed.

You can lead and I’ll follow;
I’ll let you propose a toast.
My words would all be hollow,
Would be all bluster and boast.
You’ll be playing Apollo,
And I’ll be playing the ghost.


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