Ghosts

Cold and frail In an orange peel Cold and frail In an orange peel The tremor has its core In a glass of carmine wine Cuddle up in darkness Shaking all the time A pillow tells me stories Where ghosts all set to fly Parading in my wardrobe And noone tells me why There's shiver up and down my spine The plan to keep me sane Doesn't seem to work out fine Took a hold of the frame Shaking all the time The pillow tells me stories So leave me here to die Parading in my wardrobe Ghosts won't pass me by We can make it count this time We'll smile and commit the crime We can make it count this time At the tip of my fingers place your hands in plain view At the sill of a window place your hands in plain view It's all fine! Take your time Just shivers up and down your spine