Mezzanine Lyrics & Chords By Lady Lamb

There's a ghost, ghost in the mezzanine
& she's soaked, soaked in a glimmering sort of bone, her bones
& I'm blathering for to count all her freckles
to kiss her bare ankles, the breath of the bread while it bakes
How I ache, I ache in the pit of me
I awake, awake with this fear in me
How it makes, makes a fool out of me
with its knife how it carves the seeds out of my heart
for to plant in the soul for to feast
You are sweet, sweet as a nectarine when you speak, speak softly & gracefully
oh to meet you could quite possibly be the death of my dread
& the songs in my head would at least find their place and be sung.