Ghost story
I watch the Western skythe sun is sinking, the geese are flying Southit sets me thinking: I did not miss you much,I did not suffer,what did not kill me just made me tougher
I feel the winter come, his icy sinewsNow in the fire light the case continuesAnother night in court, the same old trialthe same old questions asked, the same denial
The shadows close me round like jury membersI look for answers in the fire's embersWhat was I missing then that old december?I give my usual line: I don't remember
Another winter comes, his icy fingers creepinto these bones of mine, these memories never sleepand all these differences, a cloak I borrowwe kept our distances, why should it followI must have loved you
What is the force that binds the starsI wore this mask to hide my scarswhat is the power that pulls the tideI never could find a place to hideWhat moves the Earth around the sunwhat could I do but run and run and runAfraid to love afraid to failA mast without a sail
The moon's a fingernail and slowly sinkingAnother day begins and now I'm thinkingthat this indifference was my inventionwhen everything I did sought your attention
you were my compass star, you were my measureyou were a pirate's map, a buried treasureIf this was all correct the last thing I'd expectThe prosecution rests, it's time that I confessI must have loved youI must have loved you..