Tekster: Final Fantasy. Paris 1919 (John Cale Cover).

she makes me so unsure of myself
standing there but never really talking sense
just a visitor you see
so much wanting to be seen
she'd open up the door and vaguely carry me away

the customary thing to say or do
to a disappointed proud man in his grief
and on Fridays she'd be there
and on Mondays not at all
just casually appearing from the clock across the hall

you're a ghost, la la la
yes, you're a ghost, la la la
I'm in the church and I've come
to claim you with my iron drum
la la la la la la

the continent's just fallen in disgrace
William William William Rogers put it in its place
blood and tears from old Japan
caravans and lots of jam
and maids of honor singing, crying, singing tediously

you're a ghost, la la la
you're a ghost
I'm the bishop and I've come
to claim you with my iron drum
la la la la la la

efficiency efficiency they say
get to know the date and tell the time of day
as the crowd begins complaining
how the Beaujolais is raining
down on darkened evenings on the Champs-Elysees

you're a ghost, la la la
yes, you're a ghost
I'm in the church and I've come
to claim you with my iron drum
la la la la la la

you're a ghost, la la la
you're a ghost
I'm the bishop and I've come
to claim you with my iron drum
la la la la la la