Memories are the Ghosts

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Memories are the Ghosts ©2018 Robert George BMI

There’s a hoot owl in a hollow oak,
Far off hills were full of mist and smoke
As I shut the window and I drew the drapes
Grabbed another cold one from the fridge,
And I tried to build a daydream bridge
Although deep inside I know I can’t escape

Cos regrets are like a film projector
And they fill this room with foggy specters

I can see the blurry charcoal silhouette
Of a lovely waitress down in Lafayette
And there’s shooting stars above the cypress trees
Where a nurse’s hair is sailing in the breeze
As her ragtop peels out up the coast
And there’s teardrops in a poet’s turquoise eyes
From the night she saw through my transparent lies
Now my kisses are unwanted, my vacant heart is haunted
And my mem’ries are the ghosts

Each night I can see them dance and sway,
In a shadowy ballet
As the love I gave the wind takes shape

And those shadows question me at random
Is it them or true love that’s the phantom

Cos tonight I see the blurry silhouette
Of a lovely waitress down in Lafayette
And there’s shooting stars above the cypress trees
Where a nurse’s hair is sailing in the breeze
As her ragtop peels out up the coast
And there’s teardrops in a poet’s turquoise eyes
From the night she saw through my transparent lies
Now my kisses are unwanted, my vacant heart is haunted
And my mem’ries are the ghosts

Since I told them all I needed to be free
I’ve been bound by chains of lonely liberty

Cos my kisses are unwanted, my vacant heart is haunted
And my mem’ries are the ghosts
Yes, my kisses are unwanted, my vacant heart is haunted
And my mem’ries are the ghosts
My mem’ries are the ghosts…