Ghost Life

There’s a feeling
Somethings happening
The dark is being pulled back
Bending time and brewing shadows
 
Cars are cruising
Low with blue lights
They growl and hover
Little spaceships in the night

    
And you know she’s gonna leave
You just can’t, sense her direction
Trying to believe
In a ghost life that is fading
Every image rearranging

Plaster and paint
Don’t make a saint
Every street looks just the same
Every picture in every frame

Soul
In a can
Can’t keep the lid on
The pressure’s everywhere in everything

The lights are on in Rowville tonight
The homes are burning up the coal
There’ll be no sleep down in the lowlands tonight
The standard issue’s feeling very cold and alone

Words and music by Brian Baker 2006