Ghost Lyrics

I'm sick of all these dead dreams, Janey;
they're just piling up like autumn leaves
and one of these days they're gonna drag me down with them.
I'm bored of all these people 'round me;
they save their kind words for rainy days,
line their hearts with venom so nothing can get in or out.

You're a ghost, you're a ghost, you're a ghost, darling,
you're a ghost, you're a ghost in my dreams.

I'm sick of all these mornings, Janey,
I can't keep up with the worst ones;
I wish I knew a better way than drinking to numb this pain.
I've got pockets full of letters for you
ones in which I eloquently explain
why you'll be the death of me, I hope you don't see.