"Phantom Fantasia" lyrics

Of your hate mail and love letters, I kept every single note
It said: "I want to live in heaven, baby, can you re-direct my post"
Well, I was making love with your ghost

I saw you on the river in a little wooden boat
You were throwing bodies overboard just to see if they would float
Well, I was making love with your ghost

You undressed me with your eyes and then undressed me of my clothes
When your reserection would arise, more than just the dead arose
Well, I was making love with your ghost

I'm the mistress at your funeral, I am beautifully composed
As they were speaking their last words to you I composed myself a toast
Well, I was making love with your ghost

I was making love with your ghost
Well, I was making love with your ghost