Memories are the Ghosts
Theres a hoot owl in a hollow oak,
Far off hills were full of mist and smoke
As I shut the window and I drew the drapes
Grabbed another cold one from the fridge,
And I tried to build a daydream bridge
Although deep inside I know I cant escape
Cos regrets are like a film projector
And they fill this room with foggy specters
I can see the blurry charcoal silhouette
Of a lovely waitress down in Lafayette
And theres shooting stars above the cypress trees
Where a nurses hair is sailing in the breeze
As her ragtop peels out up the coast
And theres teardrops in a poets turquoise eyes
From the night she saw through my transparent lies
Now my kisses are unwanted, my vacant heart is haunted
And my memries are the ghosts
Each night I can see them dance and sway,
In a shadowy ballet
As the love I gave the wind takes shape
And those shadows question me at random
Is it them or true love thats the phantom
Cos tonight I see the blurry silhouette
Of a lovely waitress down in Lafayette
And theres shooting stars above the cypress trees
Where a nurses hair is sailing in the breeze
As her ragtop peels out up the coast
And theres teardrops in a poets turquoise eyes
From the night she saw through my transparent lies
Now my kisses are unwanted, my vacant heart is haunted
And my memries are the ghosts
Since I told them all I needed to be free
Ive been bound by chains of lonely liberty
Cos my kisses are unwanted, my vacant heart is haunted
And my memries are the ghosts
Yes, my kisses are unwanted, my vacant heart is haunted
And my memries are the ghosts
My memries are the ghosts
