Dusty in Here

<br>like a ghost<br>a ghost of something old<br>it`s cold and dusty in here<br>just twenty years<br>and six feet down I`m told<br>I know your face<br>I share your name<br>in the dark<br>when shadows have their way<br>a finger`s a chimney<br>and the moon`s on fire<br>then sleep arrives<br>he`s got his bags and wares<br>the dragon sleeps<br>and St. George stares<br>you won`t write, no you won`t write<br>that`s all I ask, that you just write<br>and you say no, that you can`t speak<br>you`ve lost your voice, you let it go<br>you let it go<br>like a ghost<br>a ghost of something old<br>it`s cold and dusty in here<br>it`s in your hand<br>it sits just like a glove<br>the finger traces the lines of love<br>it`s cold and dusty in here<br>someone you knew<br>is watching you<br>I`m someone you knew