Ghost, come to me
You're free to rest
Lay your head on my chest
Marie, Marie from across the street (now you're gone), goodbye Marie memory's where you live now
John, you're gone
The soul of your songs belied your violence
Marie, Marie across the street (on the wall), a golden key hung above my reach
Ooo, hold onto me, memory
The past exists only in stories
It's blinding me
I can't see
Memory, fallibly, your etchings and smoke serve me the past that I encode
Marie, your key, I now know what it's for (not a door)
But to unlock the memory, memory of Marie