Onelinedrawing - A Ghost Lyrics
St. Joe, trade-inI don't want this lifeThere's too much gold, andnot enough bad guysSo won't you talk to St. Peteand see what he can do for meBecause, of course, a ghostcould not affect this worldGimme pale skin, pale eyesSoft glow, milky whiteSee through me in the lightBecause, of course, a ghostcould not affect this worldI see off my wife atelderidge and sunI wait by the corner, thebus always comesAlways on timeAlways the same oneI drift through the doors,I float above the seatsand hey there's my boycrossing the streetHe's talking with friendsHe's looking awayThis is not the endThere are never enough daysI scream and I shake and Isound like the windand I miss the pain of ourblood and our skinRubies and pearls, our bloodand our skinOur blood and our skin areworth everything.Hey St Joe, I was wrongAbout the sea and the sun and my boyLet me bleed, let me longThe taste of skin is joyBecause, of course, a ghostcould not affect this world.
