"Scrapbook Of Ghosts" lyrics

I dream, such a pretty dream
And scarlet tango
Of you, when you were sixteen
Me, when I am old

My life is like a scrapbook of ghosts

Sweet girl, a lips speak to me
In travels and hell
Of sun, and see, and sand
Of tales and the clapped of us

I dream of an angel of touch
My dream is my future
My past like a scrapbook of ghosts
My life is my future and my past

I dream, such a pretty dream
Of scarlet tango
And bed when I was sweet sixteen
Myself when I am old

My life is a scrapbook of ghosts
My life is a scrapbook of ghosts
Like my future, my past
My life is my future, my past...

My life is like a scrapbook of ghosts
My life is like a scrapbook of ghosts