Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miss Ghost, artist - Don Henley.
Date of issue: 22.05.2000
Song language: English
Miss Ghost |
On a misbegotten, moonless night |
I stumbled in my door |
Disgusted with my circumstance |
Soaked to every pore |
When floating from my bedroom |
Came a moaning and a sigh |
«Oh, I’ve had one too many |
It’s just the wind,» says I |
I lit up a cigarette |
And I poured a good, stiff drink |
You see, I needed to compose myself |
I needed time to think |
No sooner had I settled down |
The moaning came again |
Drifting through the silence |
Like some otherworldly violin |
I bounded up the staircase |
I went slippin' and slidin' down the hall |
You know, I’ve been around the whole, wide world |
But I was not prepared at all |
Uninvited visitor, unsuspecting host |
«Well, I see you’ve made yourself at home |
Good evening, Miss Ghost.» |
You’re more beautiful than ever |
I feel just like a kid |
And I commence to trembling |
When I think of all the things we did |
Skin as pale as marble; |
lips as red as blood |
Imagine my surprise, my dear |
I thought that you were gone for good |
You look so lovely lying there |
All stretched out on your back |
But I’m the one who’s strung up here |
On old temptation’s rusty rack |
And in the wee small hours |
Is when I miss you the most |
And I confess it, I have missed you |
Miss Ghost |
I threw open the window |
And I howled at the rain |
And I cursed the weakness of the flesh |
This breath and bone—and this brute, reptilian brain |
What dirty tricks the mind can play |
In the lonely dead of night |
When you bump into the shadow |
Of a faded love that wasn’t right |
Way down beneath the surface |
Far beyond the light of day |
So many things lie buried deep |
And baby, they should stay that way |
Oh, my wicked, little habit |
We’ve really made a mess |
Everything’s been trivialized |
In our vain pursuit of happiness |
And even though you’ve come for me |
I won’t go back with you |
To some temporary heaven |
Down some empty, dead-end avenue |
But it’s been so good to have you here |
And I propose a toast |
«Here's to seeing through you— |
Miss Ghost.» |