Wraithlike

	Here’s a song that finally you can understand
	A minor statement meant to counteract the bland
	A list of wraithlike things
	That quicken the heart
	Just another song; a faded memory
	A raison d’etre for the entire family
	I don’t remember it well
	I was in love for a spell
	Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor
	They said I’d forget her voice
	That’s untrue
	It’s just not as sharp as before
	Find some transparent words to give security
	Another vacant smile that says ‘rely on me’
	No wait – commitment’s a bore
	Where have I heard it before?
	I could have sworn that everything was crystal clear
	But I was shackled by a language of ideas
	A desert has its own rules
	Outside the circle it’s cruel
	Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor
	They said I’d forget her voice
	That’s untrue
	It’s just not as sharp as before
	The final verse is often meant to tie things up
	But in this case my morals have been most corrupt
	I don’t remember it well
	I was in love for a spell
	Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor
	They said I’d forget her face
	That’s a lie – it’s just not as real as before

	Here' s a song that finally you can understand
	A minor statement meant to counteract the bland
	A list of wraithlike things
	That quicken the heart
	Just another song a faded memory
	A raison d' etre for the entire family
	I don' t remember it well
	I was in love for a spell
	Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor
	They said I' d forget her voice
	That' s untrue
	It' s just not as sharp as before
	Find some transparent words to give security
	Another vacant smile that says ' rely on me'
	No wait commitment' s a bore
	Where have I heard it before?
	I could have sworn that everything was crystal clear
	But I was shackled by a language of ideas
	A desert has its own rules
	Outside the circle it' s cruel
	Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor
	They said I' d forget her voice
	That' s untrue
	It' s just not as sharp as before
	The final verse is often meant to tie things up
	But in this case my morals have been most corrupt
	I don' t remember it well
	I was in love for a spell
	Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor
	They said I' d forget her face
	That' s a lie it' s just not as real as before