Lisbon

It was one of those days
The dead were digging upwards through the earth
I saw ghosts in the rain, ghosts in the ice
Ghosts in the airport carousel

Little richard on the radio, coffee in my cup
I flew in from lisbon with a song to wake you up
A song to wake you up and a kiss to wake you up
I flew in to hold you in my arms

Almond butter for my baby
Beauty in my bed
I lightly pinch a wrinkle in your brow
I saw ghosts in the trees, ghosts in the streets
Ghosts way out in Chinatown