she makes me so unsure of myselfnstanding there but never really talking sensenjust a visitor you seenso much wanting to be seennshe'd open up the door and vaguely carry me awaynnthe customary thing to say or donto a disappointed proud man in his griefnand on Fridays she'd be therenand on Mondays not at allnjust casually appearing from the clock across the hallnnyou're a ghost, la la lanyes, you're a ghost, la la lanI'm in the church and I've comento claim you with my iron drumnla la la la la lannthe continent's just fallen in disgracenWilliam William William Rogers put it in its placenblood and tears from old Japanncaravans and lots of jamnand maids of honor singing, crying, singing tediouslynnyou're a ghost, la la lanyou're a ghostnI'm the bishop and I've comento claim you with my iron drumnla la la la la lannefficiency efficiency they saynget to know the date and tell the time of daynas the crowd begins complainingnhow the Beaujolais is rainingndown on darkened evenings on the Champs-Élyséesnnyou're a ghost, la la lanyes, you're a ghostnI'm in the church and I've comento claim you with my iron drumnla la la la la lannyou're a ghost, la la lanyou're a ghostnI'm the bishop and I've comento claim you with my iron drumnla la la la la la