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Is there a ghost between the

hills and me

Yeah I took that drive and I

played chicken with the sun

A couple of hours gone and you

can forget who you are, finially



She said,

I loved you the way I wanted to.

And I had it in my head, that you

could paint me a picture darling

of all those things we should have left dead

Our fingers played war, indians and cowboys

And inside all those years I wanted the one

object you wouldnt give to me

(you know)

that thing that doesnt beat when you sneeze



So bless you

for having the stronger friendship arm

and holding me up during those nights of

confession and song, over the phone





She said,

I loved you, and that's all I have for you

And I have it in my mind, that you

could paint me a picture darling

a field of marshmellow cotton

with lots of pinks and blues



Then I can light that cigarette of

yours that I've been saving

It sits in a drawer and

gives me an excuse to muse

Because our differences have built walls

for each other

Weapons of mass non-chalance and whatevers



Blame it on the moon, but, I'll never

pretend that I didnt need you

my friend.