i barely recognise this place
I rarely see a familiar face
faded into time and space
disappeared without trace
as i walk around these busy streets
no-one remembers my name
visions and memories come flashing round
they all blend as the same
but i still hear them now
all those songs that we used to sing
when we were young
we'd climb these rolling hills
and gaze out at the view
with all the time in the world here
to do the things that we wanted to
we'd lie on the warm sand
and stare up at the sky
skipping stones and skipping school
here in this crowd
no-one but you and i
still here them now......
so i sit on this quiet bench
and watch the world pass me by
a strange tangle of feelings
unravel slowly as i
feel those ghosts still watching me
as i lay the past to rest
from every shop window
from every street corner
i am the ghost, i am the corpse
i am the mourner
