Too Many Ghosts

(альбом: Driving To Damascus - 1999)

I took my past out for a ride
Along the North Sea
All my demons in the back seat
Crying out for me

Time to pay the piper, time to call in a marker
Time to cough it up
The last thing on my mind
Was another shot at love

Too many, too many, too many ghosts
One too many ghosts to fall in love

Avarice and drunkenness
Pride and infidelity
I left them off at a bus stop
Along the coast

You brushed past from nowhere
And you sat right up front with me
You were looking like a virgin
Unconfirmed, waiting for the host

But there are no virgins here
No novices
No innocence
Just the dark desire for forgiveness

Too many, too many, too many ghosts
One too many ghosts to fall in
Too many, too many, too many ghosts
One too many ghosts to fall in love

I took my new love out for a ride
Along the North Sea
Forgiveness or forgetfulness
It's all the same to me

And as I stare into her eyes
And press her in my arms
I look over her shoulder
And there my demons are

Too many, too many, too many ghosts
One too many ghosts to fall in
Too many, too many, too many ghosts
One too many ghosts to fall in love