On the From the Top of Willamette Mountain album.
Capo 3
Intro:
Dearest Emma, theres a ghost in our town
A ghost in the town from where you came
Dearest Emma, there are cracks in the wall
And voices in the hall that can t escape
Do you remember when we all were young
When we all were much younger than today?
And have you noticed all the signs on the road
Causing all who pass to know to please be safe?
And I won t keep quiet for the harm we ve caused
And I can t read wrinkles on your face
And I don t have penance for the things I ve done
I can t explain
There is a photo on the dash of our car
That has recently gone dark from all the sun
Could you imagine if our skin were to fall
Would the world just be appalled at what we ve done
Dearest Emma, theres a ghost in our town
A ghost in the town from where you came
All the nights that the dogs would bark
I stand with no remark, a crying shame
Theres a crack in the center of our kitchen floor
And I m curious of what it could destroy
As I reach my hand into the dark below
I hear your voice
Bridge:
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And if you want me
Like I want you
A slow escape of all that s made
Our purest, stolen virtue
And if you need me
Like I need you
Then that ghost that bore itself below
Wont bother me and, baby, won t bother you
Tabbed by Floor Demon
