Like a ghost, a ghost of something old Its cold and dusty in here Just twenty years and six feet down, Im told I know your face, I share your name In the dark when shadows have their way A fingers a chimney and the moons on fire Then sleep arrives, hes got his bags and wares The dragon sleeps and St. George stares You wont write, no you wont write Thats all I ask, that you just write And you say no, that you cant speak Youve lost your voice, you let it go, you let it go Like a ghost, a ghost of something old Its cold and dusty in here Its in your hand it sits, just like a glove The finger traces the lines of love Its cold and dusty in here Someone you knew is watching you Im someone you knew
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