There used to be times when she was alive There used to be flowers sprouting around her neck Laughter was as easy As breathing in and out Her statements were proud And her nights were loud and wild, and she liked Talking about how the world should go round and round Where is she now She calls she's hurt and she talks absurd She calls she's a ghost She calls she's hurt and she talks absurd She's a ghost She calls she's hurt and she talks absurd She calls she's a ghost She calls she's hurt and she talks absurd She's a ghost She's a ghost What she could rely on the most Is almost gone, she lost And moves as a wounded bird She calls she's hurt and she talks absurd She calls she's a ghost She calls she's hurt and she talks absurd She's a ghost She calls she's hurt and she talks absurd She calls she's a ghost She calls she's hurt and she talks absurd She's a ghost ... She calls she's hurt and she talks absurd She calls she's a ghost She calls she's hurt and she talks absurd She's a ghost As time goes by we may get closer But she remains a ghost We back, we hide and we grow older But she's a ghost