Sunday, March 29, 2015


I suppose you'd like to hear about
The ghosts of us
And how they've set up house
In the valley of my mind

Would you like to know 
That I can hear them chuckling
As they share a private joke
And how he's always chasing her
Around the garden
When she's trying to hang out the washing

Sometimes I can hear them breathing 
Heavily in my ears
But they make the most noise
When I can't hear a single thing

And it's then
When I wish
They'd spend some time
In your mind

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