It’s uncanny 
It’s something strange 
It’s something I have 
Long tried to ignore 
Behind the curtain 
Behind the door 
If I keep my eyes cast down 
It just might go away 

It’s got no name 
It’s got no shape 
It can’t be photographed 
And it lives in no one place 
It’s got no shame 
And it knows no grace 
And it’s got two long arms 
Reaching out for me 

I hit the light 
I’ll take my stand 
Let’s have your best 
Show your hand 
The shadows run 
And I see true 
It’s just the memory of you 

So what’s your pleasure 
My phantom friend 
What thing could bring you out 
To haunt this world again 
Some sweet revenge? 
Some dread command? 
Or do you only need 
Someone to hold your hand? 

Why did you leave 
Your will so vague? 
Just three blue lines 
Across the page: 
You take the vase 
I’ll keep the rose 
And the memory of you