The Ghosts - The Real Tuesday Weld

The ghosts of your past

Fall in beside you

As you walk down The Strand

And into the square

Somebody calls you

You ignore their question

It’s the girl in the red dress

You murdered in spring

Turning the page

For the ghosts of tomorrow

The friendless and weak

Leave their blood on your hands

Burning with rage

Swimming in sorrow

You won’t be alone

For your ghosts will be there

Look down from a great height

At the figure below you

Then into the distance

Of a world unaware

Touching the leg

Where the flesh and the bone meet

Folding the skin

Combing the hair

Turning the page

For the ghosts of tomorrow

The friendless and weak

Leave their blood on your hands

Burning with rage

Swimming in sorrow

You won’t be alone

For your ghosts will be there

You won’t leave alone

For your ghosts will be there