And I heard your voice as clear as day, and you told me I should concentrate. It was all so strange, and so surreal that a ghost should be so practical. Only if for a night
And the only solution was to stand and fight, and my body was bruised and I was set alight. But you came over me like some holy rite, and although I was burning, you're the only light. Only if for a night.
And the grass was so green against my new clothes, and I did cartwheels in your honour, dancing on tiptoes. My own secret ceremonials before the service began in the graveyard doing handstands.
And I heard your voice as clear as day, and you told me I should concentrate. It was all so strange, and so surreal that a ghost should be so practical. Only if for a night.
And the only solution was to stand and fight, and my body was bruised and I was set alight.
But you came over me like some holy rite, and although I was burning, you're the only light.
Only if for a night.
Madam, my dear, my darling, tell me what all the sighing's about. Tell me what all the sighing's about
And I heard your voice as clear as day, and you told me I should concentrate. It was all so strange, and so surreal that a ghost should be so practical. Only if for a night
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