Walking The Ghost by James
There's a knocking at my window
Not one for yes but two 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 preferred her arrangements to the ones which we have made
Walking the ghost
Walking the ghost
Walking the ghost
There's baggage on my shoulders
Making me stoop bending my frame
My neck is crocked lopsided
I will never be tall again
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