Paris 1919

She makes me so unsure of myself Standing there but never ever talking sense Just a visitor you see So much wanting to be seen She'd open up the doors and vaguely carry us away It's the customary thing to say or do To a disappointed proud man in his grief And on Fridays she'd be there But on Mondays not at all Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la I'm 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 la la la la la la Yes, you're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la 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 crowds begin complaining How the Beaujolais is raining Down on darkened meetings on the Champs-Élysées You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la And I'm 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 la la la la la la You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la I'm 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 la la la la la la You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la I'm the church and I've come To claim you with my iron drum La la la la la la