her

What gives you the right to take up space in my head And what choice has the night to put you in my bed What do you think, are we of the same kind Well, have fun, all you ghosts in my mind And the smell of burnt hair as he rises in the morning The sun and his bittersweet rays, thought-provoking The petals of lavender left by the summery wind All remind him of her, her, her And it's her down the gravelly paths of the village And her up the crooked old steps to the chapel And it's her in the lavender breeze that caresses Her skin that was touched by the sea When the Mongol hordes come to the Paris soirée And the libertine crown has been shattered, that's when He'll take refuge in the smell of burnt hair and The summery breeze with the lavender leaves Cause it's her in the way that wild geese flap their wings And it's her 'cause the grey of the rocks is the grey of the sky And his love is expansive and beautiful Vast like the ocean that sings her a song Well I hate to see the evening sun go down I hate to see the evening sun go down Because my baby gone and left this town Well, have fun, all you ghosts in my mind