Her ghost is six or so feet tall
and the lights in the house are dim
his voice still echoes through the hall
she can't get away from him
I clear the couch off and I sit
she hangs up the phone and then
she says she can't believe he quit
but I know he'll be back again
Every hour on the hour
He will reappear and make it clear that he's around
It's not your average social call he does it all without a sound
Her ghost is propped up in the hall
he speaks no evil there
he doesn't notice me at all
I find it a bit unfair
I'm bathed in shadow from that wall
I know he'll be in the air
Every hour on the hour
She'll watch her apperition stare her down then pass her by
and I've no ammunition, I'm the one who's being ex or cised
Every hour on the hour
every moment all my power
And everywhere I turn I turn to learn that she's got memories that never burn
and this is of concern and I prepare to go cause this I know
that though he's out of sight he's in her mind and in my hair
I'm tiring of this fight besides its getting me no where
Her ghost makes all of this occure
he does it breathlessly
so long as he's the life in her
he'll be the death of me.