Today the old phantoms came home to roost



Like crows on a telephone cable



Jet black and glazed were their crowns in the sun



The afternoon's shadow was red



All day there were 1 2 3 chords in my head



And the cymbals and tambourine shakes



Like ghosts of old friends I have murdered in song



I'm gonna haunt this place when I'm gone



Breathing patchouli and cinnamon tea



Pouring Malbec from a flagon



Brass sailor figurine sings of the sea



How they once came on the waves



In their fat-bottom boats rusting from the inside



Nightshades all wet with the foam



Oh draw me an anchor in ink on your arm



I'm gonna haunt this place when I'm gone



Mother of mine, queen of seashells



In your suit of cups



I've seen my likeness



In a hospital mylar balloon



In the slow motion shadows



That dance like clouds round the room



Lights off and on like a train in a tunnel



Speak softly, I know what I've done



I'm gonna haunt this place when I'm gone