Matt Holubowski - Love, the Impossible Ghost

Say you want to be my muse
You don't really get to choose
You're the gloom beneath the cloud
Somewhere else than I am now
Oh, love

Hope's a wicked thing to know
When you think it's all a joke
Call me mister cynical
Diogenes into the fold, I suppose

That it feels better to be well
Than in love's audit
It feels better when you know that
You've got it all under control

Where's the way out, where's the door?
I can't stay here, I abhor it
Walk to safety, run to freedom
The separation works for me
And for you

Love the impossible ghost
How'd you come, and where'd you go?
Finders keepers, that was the rule
Oh, why'd you have to be so cruel?

Written by:
Mathieu Holubowski

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