Ghosts (McLeod)
i. Last Rites
I set you under stone
All buried but the craving
I sounded brittle bone
I specialised in graving
The rites by rights are mine
I closed your eyes for ever
Why did you decide to rise?
Hello again.
Declare the death of love
Bring flowers for the funeral
When will you have enough?
Why ask for my approval?
Through my locked doors you glide
And settle by my shoulder
Why did you refuse to die?
Hello again.
ii. Embers
[Instrumental]
iii. First Love
She says:
You’re awfully kind but I haven’t the time—you need a
miracle
You’re awfully kind but I haven’t the time—you need a miracle
You’re awfully kind but I haven’t the time—you need a miracle
You’re awfully kind but I haven’t the time—you need a miracle
I, I, I, I need a miracle
I, I, I, I need a miracle
I, I, I, I need a miracle
I, I, I, I need a miracle…
(© McLeod, 2002)
