Up on the mountain, always alone, there stands a cherry tree Down in the city, always alone, moves the ghost of me I wouldn't mind, it would be fine, to be joined at the hip with you But the waves crash on rocks and smash the ship in two Ghost story, memento mori, stop and smell the flowers Slack at the middle, trying to rekindle sexual superpowers Crushed under glass, life going past like a subway crowd I want to live all I can live, all that I'm allowed And if I recall anything at all, I'll recall this filthy moon Orange and lonely, hollow and holy, with a junky spoon And if it should happen that we Never meet again at least we had this week We will recall this old hotel, this refreshing sleep Lying alone 'til daylight arrives, the emptiness of night All my doubts scuttling about and nothing ever feeling right I want to live all I can live, all that life allows Dragging the night into the light, through the quisling clouds Mist in the valley, trains in the city, a hot day's sudden showers Slack at the middle, trying to rekindle sexual superpowers Up on a mountain, always alone, there stands a cherry tree Down in the city, always alone, there moves the ghost of me