Can’t you see I’m a ghost in the wrong coat
You don't talk about to keep me calm
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear
And he stands separate and ever deadly
And now the pavements have nothing to offer
Won’t let go
Won’t let go
Save me from the secateurs
Biting butter and crumbs?
There’s an unfamiliar grip on an unfamiliar handkerchief
And all the faces seem to need a slap
Save me from the secateurs
Won’t let go
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear
Save me from the secateurs
And I can't help it if I create diversion
Please don't tell me, you don't have to, darling I can sense
Won’t let go
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear
There's a handsome maverick
Biting butter and crumbs?
Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn’t notice
Can’t you see I’m a ghost in the wrong coat
That pulls you back onto his arm
Grabs onto my throat and won’t let go
That he painted you a gushing sunset
Won’t let go
And slayed angry panthers in your defense
With you no matter how vicious the grief
Won’t let go
Can’t you see I’m a ghost in the wrong coat
Her expression was damp and crooked
Clings onto my throat and won't let go
