| A Lily For The Spectre |
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| I’m waiting |
| I haven’t seen the ghost |
| And am I really here at all? |
| I’m silent, I’m the moon |
| One eye open |
| I’m waiting, waiting |
| I swallowed a knife |
| I hold it in |
| And every single time I breathe |
| I cut a bit of me |
| And it leaves my heart open |
| I feel you |
| My spectre yet unseen |
| Did you get the lilies I sent? |
| Did the violin that played |
| Make it’s way through the gauzy curtain? |
| Come find the place where the curtain is thin |
| Wink at the watchman |
| And he’ll let you in |
