there was a time when we were
all possessed with fever
the glorious deceiver 
she whispered don�t ever leave her
but you don�t have to grieve her
it only mattered
when we still had corporeal form

i�m not in the habit of
crying over a lost love
feeling too much but not enough
but I�ll indulge you this once
because we haven�t got it all
down to a fine science,
this emotional stuff

but wait there�s a second act
full of action and romance
you even get to dance
frenzied in a trance
full of criminal passion
over the grave
of everyone you never forgave

we�re all just ghosts
on borrowed time
we haven�t hit the dirt yet
we just finished the crime
but we all end up together
paying the same time

it sounds like a bad joke;
unfortunately the one you spoke
when you swore off god
and his justice and law
and declared that you don�t believe
in any of that hokey hoo-haw

�it�s not real, my dear,
if you can�t physically feel it here,�
you whispered in my ear
you took my hand and
laid it to rest
on your gently-beating breast

there was a time when we were
all seeking the same redeemer
we just called it different names
but it was all the same
the vanity we couldn�t do without
when we were physically cruel

we�re all just ghosts
on borrowed time
we haven�t hit the dirt yet
we just finished the crime
but we all end up together
paying the same time