Isolation - Cubanate

The ghost of her

Is in the architecture

In the brickwork of the airport

In the concrete of the plaza

There was a rumour of her presence

Someone else was here

From the fingerprints

The evidence is clear

The ghost of her is shadowing me

The ghost of her is shadowing me

I’ve got these four walls and a single bed

In a backstreet hotel

Midnight london ???

I paid twenty quid for the view

The ghost of her is shadowing me

The ghost of her is shadowing me

The ghost of her is shadowing me

The ghost of her is shadowing me

The ghost of her

The ghost of her is shadowing me

The ghost of her is shadowing me