I saw your ghost on TV
and it was a
trac-trac-trac
tragic ac-ac-accident, they say
Ghosts on the radio
loganberries under the hedgerows
an apocalyptic
slowdown on Sunset Boulevard
Kisskisskisskisskiss...
Bang!
Who was that masked man?
Who was that masked woman?
Now we'll never know, and
those
old
photographs of ourselves are burning
