Where's my ghost in the mirror? I want one too

And she'd have no choice But to peck out the eyes of her lover and eat them!

And I never saw anything I couldn't blame on my mind So I don't believe in ghosts

Dead on the water like a golden swan

Rose is the same as anyone else

Then take me onto the dance floor And let me cry against your cheek

Rose believes in the restorative powers of the ocean In the importance of sharing meals And never drinking coffee on the go

And a clairvoyant told me once I've got an old soul

What a good, sweet story it is! You are a real Scheherazade!

Throw open the windows Let the storm in! We don't need moons Or stars or God We have the wind The terrible wind!

I will try to forgive myself For being absent in public For being bored before the stars For not remembering For not being in my body For not starting right now

Everything is lost All is gone

Let me drink tonight Don't bother me You all can go away And just the bottle can stay

On dull, dark, and soundless day In the autumn of 1873

Two stars Lost in time

Do you remember a time when we weren't just sisters? Do you remember anything else?

I will try to forgive myself For living in the dark For my loss of wonder For forgetting how to play

Oh Evan Williams You dirty-faced, scruffy-kneed boy

The mockery of a faint blush A suspiciously lingering smile upon the lip So terrible in death