Ghosts

Like ghosts we both appear

In this Polaroid I'll treasure through the years

(Years)

Full of promise and of smiles

We are happily quite ignorant of pain

And oh, how life can quickly change

You can't predict the rain

Or second guess the stars

To find some method in the mad

Or some goodness in the bad men

That now and then block our way

And as ghosts we'll disappear again

Back into photographs

They'll scatter through the years

Friends assumed we'd moved away

No, we're just hibernating

And oh, how life can quickly change

You can't predict the rain

Or second guess the stars, no

To find some method in the mad

Just some goodness in the bad men

That now and then block our way