Lisa Bastoni: Music

This old place is filled with ghosts
They touch my face, their hands are cold
They ride the elevators
And float down the halls
They moan "remember me" and walk through the walls

Tell me, baby
Which side are you on
You fade in the dawn
I blink, you're gone

I'm with you in this strange hotel
So much history, I'm under quite a spell
Hold the balcony rail I fear that I might fall
Will you think of me sometimes or not at all

Tell me, baby
Why are you hovering here
To shake the chandelier
And disappear

For evidence, one photograph
Your open mouth
In the beginning of a laugh
In the darkness I can only see your grin
A Cheshire cat, you are invisible again

Tell me, baby
Old New York or L.A.
I catch the early train
You fly away
You fly away


(c) and (p) 2004 Lisa Bastoni