(alexander/naydock)



I thought I felt her ghost again last night

And I kept a fire burning through the morning light

Youearly morning diner on the neon range

Youyou drove away as it began to rain



Twenty months of feedin' off original sin

Ain't shut the door blown open by what should have been



Chorus



And time's been like a dog that begs

And I find it's needin' to be fed

Guardian angel risepull me out of my disguise

And shut the door behind on the dirty neon times



I became an island on a social sea

And I let someone take my shores occasionally

Winegood weed and cigarettes assured they'd leave

Finefine women all but I could not receive



Twenty months of feedin' off original sin

Ain't shut the door blown open by what should've been



Chorus



'cause to condemn her now don't make no sense at all

Like taxis in the backwoodslike striptease at the mall

You hit a wall



Chorus