Al Grantham - The Old Music Hall (To Be a Ghost) Lyrics

I want to be lost in a desert
Surrounded by nothing at all
It can't be much worse than this island
In place of the old music hall

I work in an abandoned building
Where the weeds reach the window ledge
And the sun bailed for a brighter future
And the colour of the brick has left

And inside is a busted piano
With pedals that stick to the floor
But you can still hear the decaying keynotes
From a hundred years before

Listen (to be a ghost)
Meet me
At the old music hall
Listen (to be a ghost)
There is
Something other than you (to be a ghost)
It's not up in the sky
Or in an afterlife (it's me the ghost)
It's here alive
Right in front of you (to be a ghost)
Listen listen listen
To your excuse

And that's how she goes
It takes some living
To be a ghost

The rain begged
Like yesterday's patience
For the flowers in the dew to grow
I wish that my soul was contagious
Like a kitten or a TV show (nope)

Now I've made friends
With the creaky floorboards
And I sit around painting their nails
Or visit the snakes in the garden
To compare all our favourite scales

Listen (to be a ghost)
Meet me
At the old music hall
Listen (to be a ghost)
There is
Something other than you (to be a ghost)
It's not up in the sky
Or in an afterlife (it's me the ghost)
It's here alive
Right in front of you (to be a ghost)
Listen listen listen
To your excuse

And that's how she goes
It takes some living
To be a ghost