Touching The Ghost
Touching the ghost, the ghost, the ghost, yeah
Riding through the punches
Burning in the flames
Sinking in the lake
Running in the rain
Chasing through the shadows
Dancing in the dark
Listening for echoes
Trying to make a spark
to touch the ghost
Touching the ghost
And it's gotta be here somewhere
Reaching out from nowhere
Swirling in a haze
Walking on cobblestones
Trying to see the face
Chasing through the corridor
Through the cold white bright lightning
Listening for thunder
Hear the blackbird sing
To touch the ghost
Touching the ghost
And it's gotta be here somewhere
Over here, over there
And when we're touching the ghost all the dreams that we've lost will explode into the dawn
And with a shiver and shake we'll see the spirit awake of imagination reborn
Yes, the poet, the painter, the music maker, the jester and the king
Will dance in the light as they fight the good the fight
And let the state of art, the state of art
Begin
And it's gotta be here somewhere
Here the death bell toll
Across the church graveyard
Ring a ring of roses
The reaper deals the cards
Flying through the storm clouds
Trying to touch the sun
Looking for a fix somehow
On Earth we have begun
To touch the ghost
Touching the ghost
And it's gotta be here somewhere
Over here, over there
