Love, the Impossible Ghost
Say you want to be my muse
You don't really get to choose
You're the gloom beneath the cloud
Somewhere else than I am now
Oh, love
Hope's a wicked thing to know
When you think it's all a joke
Call me mister cynical
Diogenes into the fold, I suppose
That it feels better to be well
Than in love's audit
It feels better when you know that
You've got it all under control
Where's the way out, where's the door?
I can't stay here, I abhor it
Walk to safety, run to freedom
The separation works for me
And for you
Love the impossible ghost
How'd you come, and where'd you go?
Finders keepers, that was the rule
Oh, why'd you have to be so cruel?
Autor(es): Mathieu Holubowski
