When we walked the streets together

All the faces seemed to smile back

And now the pavements

Have nothing to offer

And all the faces seem to need a slap

There's an unfamiliar grip

On an unfamiliar handkerchief

Attending to the tears on cheeks

I wouldn't notice

With you no matter how vicious the grief

Her expression was damp and crooked

Grabs onto my throat and won't let go

Won't let go

Won't let go

Won't let go

Save me from

The secateurs

I'll pretend

I didn't hear

Can't you see

I'm the ghost in the wrong coat

Biting butter and crumbs

There's a handsome maverick

You don't talk about to keep me calm

And I can't help

But try create diversion

Pulls you back onto his arm

Please don't tell me

You don't have to darling I can sense

That he painted you a gushing sunset

And slayed

Their pink panthers in your defence

He stands separate and ever deadly

Clings onto my throat and won't let go

Won't let go

Won't let go

Won't let go

Save me from

The secateurs

I'll pretend

I didn't hear

Can't you see

I'm a ghost

In the wrong coat

Biting butter and crumbs

Save me from

The secateurs

I'll pretend

I didn't hear

Can't you see

I'm a ghost

In the wrong coat

Biting butter and crumbs