Walking The Ghost

There's a knocking at my window

not two for yes, but one for no

some spirit is unsatisfied

from watching her world spin out of control

at night she goes walking around her old home

objecting to how it's all changed

she prefers her arrangements to the ones which we made

walking the ghost

walking the ghost

walkin the ghost

there's baggage on my shoulders

making me stoop, bending my frame

my neck is crooked, lopsided

I will never be tall again

at night she goes walking around her old home

you can feel so much sadness locked up in her bones

I can feel so much sadness locked up in her bones

walking the ghost

walking the ghost

walking the ghost

walking the ghost

I'm sensitive to unkindness

stab in the back, burn in the ribs

I need your fingers to straighten my flesh

I hope your fingers are kind

Hope, fingers

walking the ghost

walking the ghost

walking the ghost

walking the ghost

I can feel someone is with me now,

pulling me on, whispering advice,

poking in my back,

singing prophecies, winged shadows,

words on a breeze

I'm picking up

I'm picking up

I'm picking up your message

and I'm trying to hear with all the noise around here

with all the noise around here

I can't hear any clearer

I can't hear any clearer

I can't hear any clearer

I can't hear any clearer

I can't stop my head from ringing

I can't stop my head from ringing

I can't stop my head from ringing

and there's fingers in my hair

stuck in my back

lifting up my skin

shifting skin, shifting skin

shedding my skin and I'm leaving it behind

I'm leaving it behind

and I'm walking my ghost

I am walking my ghost

my ghost

my ghost

my ghost

my ghost