Ghosts
 

Written by S. Nicks and M. Campbell
 

And the rain was there...
There were many nights...
And a few of them were all that you have dreamed of
Love was the thing...
And you feel as if someone was following you
But you know you are wrong
It's just the ghost of what you want to be
And the ghost of the past that you live in

It's just the ghost of what you really want
And it's the ghost of the past that you live in
And it's the ghost of the future you are frightened of
So you look to your guardian angel

So long ago I was an innocent...
It had nothing to do with age
One day they were lovers...one day they were friends
There was nothing else to say

Well, just the ghost of what you want to be
And the ghost of the past that you live in
It's the ghost of the future that you're so frightened of
So you turn to your guardian angel

And a few of them were all that you really dreamed of
Love was the thing...
So the silver-haired girl looks for escapism

To fill the empty spaces she's feeling
She depends on her music like a husband
And she knows it's no good to fall in love again
One day they were lovers...one day they were friends
There was nothing else to say

It's just the ghost of the past, of what you want to be
And the ghost of the past that you live in
Ghost of the future that you're so frightened of
So you look to your guardian...

So you look to your guardian angel
Some of them are here on earth
Well, some of them are way up there in Heaven

So you look to your guardian
Some of them are here on earth
Some of them are way up there in Heaven...Heaven...

 

WEBMISTRESS speculates:

I think, like Ooh My Love, this song is about Lindsey leaving FM and the hole it left in her life. She knows that she's mourning a ghost, a love that was long ago, and that by doing so she's living in the past. Still, it's what she really wanted, and now that he's gone, that ghost has made her frightened of the future. She turns to her guardian angel (her music? her mother like in Blue Lamp?) - but she can't forget the past. She remembers when their love was innocent -then it ended, and they became just "friends" (sort-of!). Now, years have passed and Lindsey is really going to go for good, and all she can do is look for "escapism" from that harsh reality. She finds that escape in music - it takes the place of love, it is her "husband". She knows that after Lindsey, she can never love like that again.

 

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