| James | |
| Gold Mother | |
| Walking The Ghost | |
| There's a knocking at my window. | |
| Not one for yes but two for no. | |
| Some spirit is unsatisfied | |
| From watching her world spin out of control. | |
| At night she goes walking around her old home | |
| Objecting to how it's all changed. | |
| She preferred her arrangements to the ones which we made. | |
| Walking the ghost | |
| Walking the ghost | |
| Walking the ghost. | |
| There's baggage on my shoulders. | |
| Making me stoop. Bending my frame. | |
| My neck is crocked lopsided. | |
| I will never be tall again. | |
| At night she goes walking around her old home. | |
| You can feel so much sadness wrapped up in her bones. | |
| I can feel so much sadness wrapped up in her bones. | |
| Walking the ghost | |
| Walking the ghost | |
| Walking the ghost. | |
| I'm sensitive to unkindness. | |
| Stab in the back, burn in the ribs. | |
| I need your fingers to straighten my flesh. | |
| I hope your fingers are kind. | |
| Hope. Fingers. | |
| Walking the ghost | |
| Walking the ghost | |
| Walking my ghost. |
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