She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never ever talking since
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
She'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away
It's the customary thing to see or do
To a disappointed proud man in his cream
And on Fridays she'd be there
And on Wednesdays not at all
Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall
You're a ghost
La la la la la la la
I'm in the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron throat
The continent's just fallen in disgrace
William, William, William, Rob just put it in its place
Blood and tears from out Japan
Caravans and lots of jam
Eyes upon us singing, crying, singing, change is clear
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the bishop and I've come
To claim you with my iron throat
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Efficiency, efficiency, they say
Forget to know the date until the time of day
As the crowds begin complaining
How the Beaujolais is raining
Down on darkened meetings
All the shows, oh, they say
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm in the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron throat
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm in the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron throat
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

We'll see you next time.