Ghosts

Here I stand again like a thousand times before

Beneath the lights, beside the bar, hidden by the door

The young pretender takes the stage and bows to the applause

So confident to command the cats without their claws

But who would hear my song as I sing into the noise

Of thieves and frauds and liars and ghosts and pretty golden boys

Cleopatra holds the candle and prowls before the crowd

You've never seen beauty quite so proud

You've never seen a pack of dogs cower quite so free

Never seen seagulls quite so frightened of the sea