[Intro]
I'm a ghost, and you all know it
I'm singing songs, and I ain't slowing
It was a fragile thing, and I goddamn dropped it
I picked the pieces up and put them in my pocket
[Verse 1]
And I ain't gonna try to win your heart this time
I've had space to think, and I think that I've grown a little wiser
I'm looking for a new muse, you have only made me tired
Oh
[Chorus]
Call your bluff up on the telephone and jam-jar my blood
This is my loss of limb, my loss of love
Call your bluff up on the telephone and jam-jar my blood
This is my loss of limb, my loss of love
[Bridge]
It was so cold you could see both sets of ribs almost escaping your skin
To fly south, south until the springtime
Your hips stood out like confidence
You were naked as a newborn in the snow
And you wanted it so, that's precisely how you wanted it
And now your love is writing words on the wall with the meat of a nectarine
That she picked earlier that morning in the orchard
And you are on the street, a chest of drawers, free
While the skeleton parade marches past you
Carrying bird balloons, they fly backwards and forwards
The streets can be eerie, streets can be dreary
I'm a ghost, and you all know it
I'm singing songs, and I ain't slowing
It was a fragile thing, and I goddamn dropped it
I picked the pieces up and put them in my pocket
[Verse 1]
And I ain't gonna try to win your heart this time
I've had space to think, and I think that I've grown a little wiser
I'm looking for a new muse, you have only made me tired
Oh
[Chorus]
Call your bluff up on the telephone and jam-jar my blood
This is my loss of limb, my loss of love
Call your bluff up on the telephone and jam-jar my blood
This is my loss of limb, my loss of love
[Bridge]
It was so cold you could see both sets of ribs almost escaping your skin
To fly south, south until the springtime
Your hips stood out like confidence
You were naked as a newborn in the snow
And you wanted it so, that's precisely how you wanted it
And now your love is writing words on the wall with the meat of a nectarine
That she picked earlier that morning in the orchard
And you are on the street, a chest of drawers, free
While the skeleton parade marches past you
Carrying bird balloons, they fly backwards and forwards
The streets can be eerie, streets can be dreary
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