GHOSTS
Swing swing, gallows swing
From anger back to sorrow
Morning gets what midnight brings
And Ill be dead tomorrow
Just another ghost
My wife left me last wintertime to join another man
I lost her love forever and I lost my mind right then
When I tried but couldnt picture her sweet face inside my head
I could only see her lovers grin, its true I killed him dead
But Ive always been an honest man, as crystal as the sea
Ive always said when Ive done wrong, and Ive said when wrongs done me
So listen to my warning though I know it might sound strange
To those who cast condoning eyes upon me when I hang
And let me tell you what Ive learned, what my guilty mind has seen
Of life and then of death and then how ghosts get stuck between
Theres no slamming doors, no rattling chains, no long black veils at night
But youd wish there was cause then you might could die to put things right
But ghosts have got no bodies left, and ghosts have got no will
There just etchings on your conscience by the hands that had them killed
And the world it all looks yellow now, and every breath is foul
And the water tastes like rancid oil, and the mockingbirds just howl
And you can never touch someone you love, itll burn them if you try
And the face inside the mirror stares back with goldfish bowls for eyes
And the only dream you ever have is of lying there awake
And it never rains upon your head, it spits into your face
A ghost has haunted me -- and worn me thin
I got what I deserved a thousand times again
Oh listen please -- my final words
Before you bring yourself to watch the final length of cord
Cause ghosts dont die when hands take hands, and ghosts are not released
Its ash to ash and dust to dust, or beast and back to beast
I hope your heart is large and that theres room enough in you
For the ghost you choose to make of me and the ghost that haunts me, too
Swing swing, gallows swing
From anger back to sorrow
Hide your eyes and wash your wings
Cause Ill be dead tomorrow
Just another ghost
Copyright 2004. Words and music by Danny Schmidt