She's following me - 
She does so soundlessly. 
As the wind blows among the leaves,
She waits for sleep.

As my eyes grow heavy,
Her hand upon my face - 
To find the darkest place,
Take the mask from me. 

Now she begins to whisper,
Her voice a harmony
"You are hollow, I am whole now,
I am who you used to be."

Can't you see? You are dancing with a ghost of me.
For her, the words all flow so easily.

She'll never let me slumber - 
Her eyes still burn too bright.
We tread the fields at night,
And her sights are set on me. 

I am ever heavy,
She is ever light. 
Though I run, though I run, 
I'm not free of her tonight.

Can't you see? I am haunted by a ghost of me.
For her, the words all flow so easily - they don't for me.

A Ghost of Me

I write folk punk and folk music on the baritone guitar.

Open to collaboration with like-minded musicians in Scotland.  Message me!

*Sample copyright holders*: I am in the process of recording new material and hope to follow up soon with everyone on freesounds.org who I've borrowed samples from.

A Ghost of Me

Alex MO