The ghosts of your past Fallen beside you As you walk down the strand And into the square Somebody calls you You ignore the question It's the girl in the red dress You murdered in spring Turning the page For the ghost of tomorrow The friendless and weak Leave their blood on your hands Burning with rage Swimming in sorrow You won't be alone For your ghosts will be there Look down from great height The figure below you Then into the distance of a world unaware Touching the light With the flesh and the bonemeal Folding the skin Combing their hair Turning the page For the ghost of tomorrow The friendless and weak Leave their blood on your hands Burning with rage Swimming in sorrow You won't be alone For your ghosts will be there You won't leave alone For your ghosts will be there