Damien

Oh, Damien, you know that I've been living in an unreal world I scratched the lines and made them hard to see Oh, Damien, you know that I've been living all alone They stared as if I wasn't there, made of air Only rain in that fireplace When the big cars all have moved away And the falling pages frittered away Who is sorry now? Go to Hollywood Write that letter soon Chase those ghosts away 'Cos they're the ghosts of your imagination And sometimes Damien you lose track of All the sweet things that you knew so well before Lately, I see no shadow at your door (You moved away, far away, far from your door You moved away, far away, far from your door) I see no smoke from your chimney All of the buckets are empty now And all of the bushes are growing wild, oh Damien Go to Hollywood Write that letter soon Oh chase those ghosts away 'Cos they're the ghosts of your imagination Repeat, ad lib and fade