Jon Brion Her Ghost
Her ghost is six or so feet tall
And the lights in the house are dim
His voice still echoes through the hall
She can�t get away from him
I clear the couch off and I sit
She hangs up the phone and then
She says she can�t believe he quit
But I know he�ll be back again
Every hour on the hour
He will reappear and make it clear that he�s around
It�s not your average social call
He does it all without a sound
Her ghost is propped up in the hall
He speaks no evil there
He doesn�t notice me at all
I find it a bit unfair
I�m bathed in shadow from that wall
I know he�ll be in the air
Every hour on the hour
She�ll watch her apparition stare her down, but pass her by
And I�ve no ammunition
I�m the one who�s being exorcised
Every hour on the hour
Every moment all my power
And every where I turn
I tend to learn that she�s got
Memories that never burn
And this is of concern and I prepare to go
�Cause this I know that
Though he�s out of sight
He�s in her mind and in my hair
I�m tiring of this fight
Besides it�s getting me nowhere
Her ghost makes all of this occur
He does it breathlessly
So long as he�s the life in her
He�ll be the death of me