There's a knocking at my window Not one for yes but two for no Some spirit is unsatisfied From watching her world spin out of control At night she goes walking around her old home Objecting to how it's all changed She preferred her arrangements to the ones which we have made Walking the ghost Walking the ghost Walking the ghost There's baggage on my shoulders Making me stoop bending my frame My neck is crocked lopsided I will never be tall again At night she goes walking around her old home You can feel so much sadness wrapped up in her bones I can feel so much sadness wrapped up in her bones Walking the ghost Walking the ghost Walking the ghost I'm sensitive to unkindness Stab in the back burn in the ribs I need your fingers to straighten my flesh I hope your fingers are kind Walking the ghost Walking the ghost Walking the ghostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
