HALLOWEEN VALENTINE

your ghost is cute
she wears short skirts and go-go boots
and black lipstick and black eyeshadow
and she haunts her same old bars downtown

and she sips her shadow drink
and now and then she winks at me
and raises me a toast
and that's the thing that chills my bones the most
about your ghost

your ghost is bored
by these townie tryouts she's seen their kind before
but they don't see her yawn and stretch while they float by
while she haunts her same old bars downtown

and I see her sip her shadow drink
and now and then she winks at me
and raises me a toast
and that's the thing that chills my bones the most
about your ghost

some people write their lovesongs
then they let 'em go so soon
but you and I wrote a lovesong for the tomb
we took our bow we showed 'em how
the dying scene is done
you and I wrote a lovesong glowed like the setting sun

your ghost is stoned
she's way too hip to rattle chains or groan
those are parlor tricks and she don't sink so low
she just haunts her same old bars downtown

and she sips her shadow drink
and slips me a shadow drink
and now and then she winks at me
and raises me a toast
and that's the thing that chills my bones the most...
about your ghost