| There’s a letter on the desk top I dug out of a drawer |
| The last truce we ever came to in our adolescent war |
| And I start to feel the fever from the warm air through the screen |
| You come regular like seasons, freely through my dreams |
| And the Mississippi’s mighty, but it starts in Minnesota |
| At a place that you could walk across with five steps down |
| And I guess that’s how you started, like a pinprick to my heart |
| At this point you rush right through me and I start to drown |
| And there’s not enough room in this world for my pain |
| Signals cross and love gets lost and time passed makes it plain |
| Of all my demon spirits I need you the most |
| I’m in love with your ghost — I’m in love with your ghost |
| Dark and dangerous like a secret that gets whispered in a hush |
| When I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush |
| You kiss me like a lover; then you sting me like a viper |
| I go follow to the river; play your memory like a piper |
| And I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me I walk into the fingers of your fire willingly |
| We dance the edge of sanity; I’ve never been this close |
| I’m in love with your ghost |
| Unknowing captor, you never know how much you pierce my spirit |
| But I can’t touch you — can you hear it — the cry to be free? |
| I’m forever under lock and key |
| For you pass through me When I see your face before me I would launch a thousand ships |
| To bring your heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips |
| As I burn up in your presence and I know now how it feels |
| To be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels |
| This bitter pill I swallow is the silence that I keep |
| It poisons me; I can’t swim free; the river is too deep |
| I’m baptized by your (…) worse than most |
| I’m in love with your ghost. |