My Life As a Ghost - Tanya Donelly

This perfect day

We make our way to the end of it With perfect grace

I lay my head in your lap and walk away

These days are sweet and strange

We’re happy in our star-scattered way

Always

In this my life

In this my life as a ghost

In this my life

My happy life as a ghost

I’ve been lifting out the stains from the stones

Planting flowers where you’ll never find my bones

Seven sisters seven stars shooting home

Shouts and whispers of a better fight in better times

A day for the sweet and strange

Or happy in some star-shattered way

Our way

In this my life

In this my life as a ghost

In this my life

My happy life as a ghost

This perfect day

I lay my shield at your feet and beg to stay