Theory of Ghosts

Ive a theory of ghosts and im a monster to girls
I stick in their heart like a rusty spur
But ive a theory of ghosts:
Theyre alive and were all dead;
That theyre trying to tell us is that its this way around
And ive a theory of girls
They always seem to leave in the spring
As if they know that it hurts more
To carry a heartbreak through the summer
In the calender storm, i circled a day and tried to hold on
And in the last powercut,
I whispered her name til the lights came on
Smoked my indian pipe
Listened to the static, the snow on the wire
Smoked my indian pipe
Listened to the static, the snow on the wire
I have one photograph that captures her smile
But i dont have a tape of her laugh
Watercolors cant help me