we’re in the haunted heart of old St. Augustine picking up what we started when we were fifteen as we drift to sleep in a haunted b&b I see little ghosts that look like you and me it took a lifetime to get here but that’s okay turns out you’re always late anyway and me, I’m just lucky I know what’s going on ghosts are just echoes of a dream that fell apart clanging around the cathedrals of our haunted hearts in a Spanish inn on a cold and windy night we shiver through our dinner by shadowy candlelight I like the way you glow when your cheeks are flushed with wine the cool kindness in your voice the wicked warmth that flickers in your eyes I love you from your head to your janky little toe Now let’s go back to our room and give the ghosts a show it took a lifetime to get here but that’s okay turns out you’re always late anyway and me, I’m just lucky I know what’s going on ghosts are just echoes of a dream that fell apart clanging around the cathedrals of our haunted hearts ghosts are just memories that refuse to fade away they may be dead and buried but they still come out to play