Paroles: Go-betweens. Dusty In Here.

Like a ghost
A ghost of something old
It's cold and dusty in here

And twenty years
And six feet down I'm told
I know your face
I share your name

In the dark
When shadows have their way
A finger's a chimney
And the moon's on fire

Then sleep arrives
He's got his bags and wares
And the dragon sleeps
And St. George stares

And you won't write, and you won't write
That's all I ask, that you just write
And you say no, that you can't speak
You've lost your voice, you let it go
You let it go

Like a ghost
A ghost of something old
It's cold and dusty in here

And in your hand
It sits just like a glove
The finger traces the lines of love

It's cold, it's cold, it's cold and dusty in here
It's cold, it's cold, it's cold and dusty in here
It's cold, it's cold, it's cold and dusty in here

Someone you knew
Is watching you
I'm someone you knew