Pale Ghost of Her

from by First of June

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I just don’t know what it is.
Something in the water?
Something in the wind?
I just know you’ll do me wrong…
Something is coming on
And this is getting out of hand
This grief was mine alone to hold
Promises, like porcelain dolls left out in the cold
Dip my fingers in your puddles
Weigh my pockets down with stones
A marshmallow world on Christmas
Trimmed in viscera and bone
Is burning down
I just don’t know whether it
Is hidden in a whisper or hidden in a wish
Are you feral or are you tame?
On her lips, I can taste your name
And this is getting out of hand
This grief was mine alone to hold
Promises, like porcelain dolls left out in the cold
Dip my fingers in your puddles
Weigh my pockets down with stones
A marshmallow world on Christmas
Trimmed in viscera and bone
Is burning down
I just don’t know what it is.
Something in the water?
Something in the wind?
I just know you’ll do me wrong…
Something is coming on
And when they ask if I know what you’re up to these days
I’ll say, “Haven’t you heard that she died in a fiery blaze?”
And you’ll say, “Hold on! I’m standing right here!”
But you’re the wrong shade of gold
You’re just the pale ghost of her, of her
And you’ll be singing, “No red, red roses
Blood-rimmed eyes or raw noses.
There’ll be no red, red roses on my grave!
There will be no red, red roses
Blood-rimmed eyes or raw noses.
There’ll be no red, red roses on my grave!”
There will be no red roses on my grave
There will be no, there will be no red roses on my grave
There will be no, there will be no red roses on my grave
There will be no, there will be no red roses on my grave

© Vanessa Laurin

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from Swallowed by the Sea, released October 30, 2012

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Vanessa Laurin Ottawa, Ontario

Multi-instrumentalist singer-songwriter, producer and visual artist. She isn't with the band; she IS the band.

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