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
Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn't
No matter how vicious the grief
Her expression was damp and crooked
Grabs onto my throat and won't let go
I'm the ghost in the wrong coat
You don't talk about to keep me calm
And I can't help it if I create diversion
That pulls you back onto his arm
You don't have to darling, I can sense
That he painted you a gushing sunset
And slayed angry panthers in your defence
And he stands separate and ever deadly