The Shirt Of A Ghost

Mary at home, as always, was ironing a pale shirt of a ghost Trying to straighten out every crease of his being and the emptiness where she was lost Ten minutes before she had her man drying in the summer's breeze Their love had been helped by a little red peg but it was just a moment seized 'Cause he flew away On a memory where most People fade away But now she's left with the shirt of a ghost Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost Ten minutes before he ran away to a stranger's hands and feet And as it turned she saw them play among the soap, water and heat. 'Cause he flew away On a memory where most Lovers just fade away And she's left with the shirt of a ghost Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost Ten minutes before the shirt was stained in anger and greed And it smelled of revenge from a broken heart and the shirt his body no longer did need 'Cause he flew away On a memory where most Bodies just fade away But she's left with the shirt of a ghost Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost 'Cause he flew away On a memory where most Lovers just fade away But she's left with the shirt of a ghost Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost She's left with the shirt of a ghost --- The Shirt of a Ghost - Katie Melua