I Fell In Love With a Ghost - Rowland S. Howard, Lydia Lunch

I fell in love with a ghost

He’s just a shadow of his former self

I fell in love with a ghost

She’s just a shadow of the past

The very first day of ever before we ever began

The light through the pipes in the back of a trunk

Strings to my back it snaps just like a puppet

It never happens to you

It always happens to me

Stuck in the wall

Holed up in the wall, destructive

Do you really think there’s any getting out of this?

Boys in the night who scream in their delerium

All in a row and incidently they’ve stopped

Begin to inhale and you and up addicted

Like the scent of fire pine right to the bone

Casket covered with roses that’s the way its going

Hollowed out open to the bone

Strings to my back it snaps just like a puppet

It never happens to you

It always happens to me