Ghost Bride’s Evensong

The dust is sailing on my lace;

Spider webs across my face;

Cold wind through the chapel door;

I don't belong here anymore;

The candles die a long ago;

Underneath the winter snow;

I'm waiting for a hand to hold;

And a dress that's centuries old;

Love is a ghost;

Walking these halls alone;

Love is a ghost;

Chilled to the very bone;

I'm the bride of the dark, searching for a spark;

Love is a ghost left on a throne of stone;

By porgy moans of funeral air;

Flowers rotting in my hair;

A cello weaves a heavy note;

A dry gasp in my paper throat;

Step by step on marble floors;

Locking all the heavy doors;

Watching for a living sign;

To cross into this world of ours;

Love is a ghost;

Walking these halls alone;

Love is a ghost;

Chilled to the very bone;

On the bright of the dark;

Searching for a spark;

Love is a ghost;

Left on a throne of stone;

Till death do us part, they said;

But I am lingering instead;

Neither living nor quite dead;

Just a spirit in your bed;

Love is a ghost;

Locking these hearts alone;

Love is a ghost;

Show it to the very bone;

I'm the bride of the dark;

Searching for a spark;

Love is a loss;

Left on the throne of stone;