[Verse 1]

She makes me so unsure of myself

Standing there but never ever talking sense

Just a visitor you see

So much wanting to be seen

She'd open up the doors and vaguely carry us away

It's the customary thing to say or do

To a disappointed proud man in his grief

And on Fridays she'd be there

But on Mondays not at all

Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall

[Chorus]

You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la

You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la

I'm the church and I've come

To claim you with my iron drum

La la la la la la la la la la

[Verse 2]

The Continent's just fallen in disgrace

William William William Rogers put it in its place

Blood and tears from old Japan

Caravans and lots of jam

And maids of honor singing, crying, singing tediously

[Chorus]

You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la

Yes you're a ghost la la la la la la la la la

I'm the bishop and I've come

To claim you with my iron drum

La la la la la la la la la la

[French Horn Solo]

[Verse 3]

Efficiency efficiency they say

Get to know the date and tell the time of day

As the crowds begin complaining

How the Beaujolais is raining

Down on darkened meetings on the Champs Elysées

[Chorus]

You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la

You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la

And I'm the church and I've come

To claim you with my iron drum

La la la la la la la la la la

You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la

You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la

I'm the church and I've come

To claim you with my iron drum

La la la la la la la la la la

You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la

You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la

I'm the church and I've come

To claim you with my iron drum

La la la la la la la la la la

You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la

You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la...