The Lady is a Ghost - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Why the painted face?

You’ve not joined the circus

There’s a line on that map

I drew that line

Does she want me to stand with my hands on my head?

The pastor read the sermon

And I frankly perspired

Will Jesus love me?

Hug me?

While she waits behind stained glass with her one good eye?

Have her blood stains revealed

What is in her troubled mind?

Bring me a grown man

Crying like an orphan

Here comes the ghost

That’s trailing me

With her long hair, short hair, senseless, dumb, and creepy

Mama, why do you hold me so close?

So she wrote a letter

And she packed some wine

Does anyone out there love me still?

Will I arrive on time?

I see

Would stronger men kneel, as she is robbing them blind?

You might lose taste for your God

You might find nothing to do

All of her face is torn off

Now we have nothing to prove

Look at the trouble I’m in

By virtue of once admitting a stranger

I will not wait for no plain-clothed apparition

Who from California touched down

On a Pennsylvania runway as a Ghost

So I’ll meet her for dinner

We will talk about the weather

I’ll have no way of quite knowing

If she’s coming or she’s going

It’s so hard to make engagements with yourself

As the doctor spreads the instruments upon the shelf

And the self-made man collects his undue wealth

And the Roman Emperor just kills himself

Muttering

«She's in love with all the animals and so she feeds the animals.»

«She's in love with all the animals and so she feeds the animals.»