Dusty in Here

Like a ghost
A ghost of something old
It's cold and dusty in hereAnd twenty years
And six feet down I'm told
I know your face
I share your nameIn the dark
When shadows have their way
A finger's a chimney
And the moon's on fireThen sleep arrives
He's got his bags and wares
And the dragon sleeps
And St. George staresAnd you won't write, and you won't write
That's all I ask, that you just write
And you say no, that you can't speak
You've lost your voice, you let it go
You let it goLike a ghost
A ghost of something old
It's cold and dusty in hereAnd in your hand
It sits just like a glove
The finger traces the lines of loveIt's cold, it's cold, it's cold and dusty in here
It's cold, it's cold, it's cold and dusty in here
It's cold, it's cold, it's cold and dusty in hereSomeone you knew
Is watching you
I'm someone you knew