I keep a letter in my drawer
Postmark from several years before
A headstone etched there on the page – a name a place a dying day
But god, I'm never sure
I guess three years ago last week
A ghost-girl drifted down to me
And left the outline of a timid face then slipped away without a trace
Through space between the graves
And then I fell down on my knees
I placed a kiss on stony cheeks
I feel that grit between my teeth
Why won't she stay, love never stayed with me
Something like eighteen months ago
I chased a rumor chased a hope
That at St. Peter's church the clock strikes twelve and ghost girls tend to show themselves but this one would not come
And then I fell down on my knees
I placed a kiss on stony cheeks
I feel that grit between my teeth
Why won't she stay, love never stayed with me
The years get longer counting days
I've got some private holidays
But when I burned my words by candle-light I saw her standing there behind
"Go on," she said, "I'll wait."
And then I fell down at her feet
I laid a kiss on bloodless cheeks
Escaping steam between my teeth
Why won't she stay, love never stayed with me