She put her hand on my wrist
And checked its pulse
I could see her from
The outside of my body
Slapped my face
And held on close
Yelling, please, please
Don't become a ghost
She yelled louder in the forest
Cried loudly in the forest
But no help came for a couple days
A search team came then
Picked her up, curled her hair
Put a blanket over deadweight
Parents cried with rejoice
Shouted advice
But no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
Parents cried with rejoice
Shouted advice
But no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
No one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
No, no one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
The Widowers - My Lover Is a Ghost Lyrics
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She put her hand on my wrist
And checked its pulse
I could see her from
The outside of my body
Slapped my face
And held on close
Yelling, please, please
Don't become a ghost
She yelled louder in the forest
Cried loudly in the forest
But no help came for a couple days
A search team came then
Picked her up, curled her hair
Put a blanket over deadweight
Parents cried with rejoice
Shouted advice
But no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
Parents cried with rejoice
Shouted advice
But no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
No one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
No, no one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
And checked its pulse
I could see her from
The outside of my body
Slapped my face
And held on close
Yelling, please, please
Don't become a ghost
She yelled louder in the forest
Cried loudly in the forest
But no help came for a couple days
A search team came then
Picked her up, curled her hair
Put a blanket over deadweight
Parents cried with rejoice
Shouted advice
But no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
Parents cried with rejoice
Shouted advice
But no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
No one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
No, no one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
No, no one gets used to
Seeing lovers die
Writer: Matthew Sigur
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