Theory Of Ghosts
I’ve a theory of ghosts and I’m a monster to girls
I stick in their heart like a rusty spur
But I’ve a theory of ghosts :
They’re alive and we’re all dead
That they’re trying to tell us that it’s this way around
And I’ve a theory of girls :
They always seem to leave in the Spring,
As if they know that it hurts more
To carry a heartbreak through the Summer
In the calendar storm,
I circled a day and tried to hold on
And in the last powercut
I whispered her name ‘til the lights came on
Smoked my Indian pipe
Listened to static,
The snow on the wire
Smoked my Indian pipe
Listened to static,
The snow on the wire
I have one photograph that captures her smile
But I don’t have a tape of her laugh
Watercolours can’t help me
(Words – GA Johnson)