Ghost In a Ditch

This ghost lay in a ditch on Thursday Where I was meant to be I almost missed my death it's so good Now he's decked in flowers for me I hope she doesn't like me Or I'll still be standing more than likely Where he once stood And that's not good We pretend not to look at each other But he could see over his shoulder He got me a time, He got that a time, Never a time again I noticed the hair on her head that's not real Now I'm left with a dead and a naked ordeal When all I want is down at the shore, Sitting in my car And bitter sometimes But the taste is sweet Your friends only like themselves in photographs I don't like them, I don't like you We pretend not to care for another I stand on my feet when I hold her We pretend not to look at the change, And for good I cry So when the stars look bright above me, And in the streetlights I can't see I walk on down to make a stand, Where he once stood So now they lie there breast to breast and toe to toe And all I want is down at the shore, Sitting in my car We end it, it's all over, She'll marry me but I'll hold her She shoveled the dirt into my face, But I don't care I love her --- Ghost in a Ditch - Franz Ferdinand