Like a ghost, a ghost of something old, it's cold and dusty in here.
Just twenty years and six feet down I'm told, I know your face I share your name.
In the dark when shadows have their way, a finger's a chimney and the moon's on fire.
Then sleep arrives, he's got his bags and wares, the dragon sleeps and St. George stares.
You won't write, no you won't write, that's all I ask, that you just write.
And you say no, that you can't speak, you've lost your voice, you let it go, you let it go.
Like a ghost, a ghost of something old, it's cold and dusty in here.
It's in your hand, it suits just like a glove, the finger traces the lines of love.
It's cold and dusty in here.
Just twenty years and six feet down I'm told, I know your face I share your name.
In the dark when shadows have their way, a finger's a chimney and the moon's on fire.
Then sleep arrives, he's got his bags and wares, the dragon sleeps and St. George stares.
You won't write, no you won't write, that's all I ask, that you just write.
And you say no, that you can't speak, you've lost your voice, you let it go, you let it go.
Like a ghost, a ghost of something old, it's cold and dusty in here.
It's in your hand, it suits just like a glove, the finger traces the lines of love.
It's cold and dusty in here.
Someone you knew is watching you. I'm someone you knew.
(G. McLennan/The Go-Betweens - Dusty in here, da "Before Hollywood", 1982)
