Step down the concrete stair
Cold wind is in my hair
I watch the yellow light
Burn through the velvet night
I am a ghost in a cotton dress
Drawn to the glow and the golden mess
Hold me close to the humming wire
Spin me round in a static fire
Sip from a crystal glass
Watch all the strangers pass
Low bass is in the floor
I want a little more
Wait by the heavy door
Tapping the wooden floor
Your eyes are sharp and blue
I am just chasing you
I am a ghost in a cotton dress
Drawn to the glow and the golden mess
Hold me close to the humming wire
Spin me round in a static fire
The brass is loud and the room is tight
We are the sparks in a single light
Don't let the curtain close on the show
I have no other place to go
Wing beats a frantic pace
Lost in a crowded space
One touch and then I fly
Into a charcoal sky
I am a ghost in a cotton dress
Drawn to the glow and the golden mess
Hold me close to the humming wire
Spin me round in a static fire
Pale wing, pale wing.
Just a golden mess.
Pale wing.