
Half Ghost (Edit) (Remastered)
Try imagining a long, walled garden lawned and lined by poplar trees. The sky weak blue, the flowers harebells and cowslips. It always feels like 7.30 on a summer evening, the heat just leaving The air still warm enough for cotton. There are no sounds. Birds don't fly here much It's hard to tell the hour there are clocks but they're all stopped at different times. You can wind them. but they won't run. It always feels like 7.30 on a summer evening, the heat just leaving The air still warm enough for cotton. In the old house, three storeys tall, some tiles missing and the roof sags a little, It's quiet. It could be lonely but there are ghosts. Good ghosts, they keep me company. I'm half ghost myself, of course. It always feels like 7.30 on a summer evening, the heat just leaving The air still warm enough for cotton. It could be lonely but there are ghosts. Good ghosts, they keep me company. I'm half ghost myself, of course. I'm half ghost myself, of course.

