Even as a Ghost

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