Handsome come and handsome go
Still when I speak your name, I feel the cold
Distance left me years ago
A far-off dream that we spoke
Well hush, dear child, and let them go
When god said yes, I said no
But he always has the last word
Yes, he always has the last word
Who is this man beneath the cloak?
A cloud of smoke, a not-so-holy ghost
He suit them up then let them go
Brought his hand down fast then slow
I fell down the well of complacency
A smile and a nod, nothing more to me
But now I break my back beneath this weight
Your body's gone, but your spirit stays
It haunts me when I speak your name
You made him a ghost to me
And now it's your name I speak
When asked what I believe