Your Ghost

Your Ghost 

Your ghost, a white candle in this night
Smile broken, though eyes bright as carnival rides
You wander these streets,
Punch-drunk on the stars
As the lights are stubbed out in the neighbourhood bars

Your voice, thin as smoke,
Barely exits your mouth
There’s blood in your hair
And a fire to the south
Your skeleton moves in a waltz with the stairs
And the well of your heart,
Full of no-one who cares

Your words, a white wreath
At the cusp of the hill
To mark off the kill
Where the blood was spilled
You’re the back of the mirror
You’re the ghost of the tide
And I would die twice
If you stayed tonight
(Don’t stay tonight)

 

 

 

(Lyrics – GA Johnson)