Even As a Ghost
My phone died in Manhattan
Stepping off the subway on my way to you
So I relied upon my instincts
Though I oughta know these streets by now, it's true
Through a rolling cloud of cigarette
From the crowd outside the bars that never close
I'm a shadow of a silhouette
Of everything I thought I used to know, oh
Oooh, Oooh, on my way to you
Oooh, Oooh, on my way to you
Standing there at 1 st and Bowery
Your hair was tucked in tight beneath your hood
As the rain came pouring down on me
Your blue eyes spoke in tongues I understood
Oooh, Oooh, standing there with you
Oooh, Oooh, standing there with you
Now we dry off in your living room
Dancing 'round the words we need the most
I can see this love is killing you
But I would take you even as a ghost, Oh
Oooh, Oooh, dancin' here with you
Oooh, Oooh, dancin' here with you
Oooh, Oooh, dancin' here with you