Like a ghost A ghost of something old It's cold and dusty in here Just twenty years And six feet down I'm told I know your face I share your name In the dark When shadows have their way A finger's a chimney And the moon's on fire Then sleep arrives He's got his bags and wares The dragon sleeps And St. George stares You won't write, no you won't write That's all I ask, that you just write And you say no, that you can't speak You've lost your voice, you let it go You let it go Like a ghost A ghost of something old It's cold and dusty in here It's in your hand It sits just like a glove The finger traces the lines of love It's cold and dusty in here Someone you knew Is watching you I'm someone you knew