Ghost

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