The Ghost of a Name

Champagne wishes, caviar dreams Just another perfect scene Golden pistols, faster cars Collecting scars under the stars The ocean breeze, a Caribbean blue But the cocktail glass is split in two One part fire, one part ice Living once, but dying twice Got the whole wide world in my hand Just a lonely, one-night stand A gilded cage of silver gleam But I possess nothing, it seems No home to hold, no heart to claim Just the ghost of a number and a borrowed name Silk-tie nights and blood-stained sleeves The hunter waits, the lover leaves From Kingston sands to Alpine snow The more I see, the less I know A passport full of lives I’ve led But silence is the only bed Got the whole wide world in my hand Just a lonely, one-night stand A gilded cage of silver gleam But I possess nothing, it seems No home to hold, no heart to claim Just the ghost of a number and a borrowed name Underneath the mango tree The shadow is the only me No roots to grow, no soul to keep The secrets that I’ll never reap Just a name... Not even mine... Shaken, not stirred...