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On a Hill In the Rain - Paul O'Reilly
I trace your footprints in the snow
From my house to your door
When it gets dark
The train stops running in our ghosts
Dangers lie in all the snow
I go on foot
The railway through the time
As the windows of your friends
When I went to the sea
I pass the stations and the bars
I pass the ruins of the house
Where people lived
The ghost of your mother came to me
In a dream
And said you are not far
I made my plans from a window of a dream
Headed for that ghost
There are no photographs to prove
You existed in it all
That you ever were
Letters that I meant to write
About movies and the times
They are left on down
These days most things are still the same
I am embarrassed by afraid
Of you are on a stiff
I still went to bay at night
Count the birds on the whites
To fall asleep
The ghost of your mother came to me
In a dream
And said you are not far
I've made my plans from a window of a dream
Headed for that ghost
Streets are quiet now
It's late
There is no one around
I 'cross where I liked
I don't remember anything
About what I did last night
Or where I was
The window whistles in the trees
Starts singing to the sea
But there are no words
I trace your footprints in the snow
From my house to your door
When it gets dark
The ghost of your mother
Whispered in my ear
You were not enough
So I made my plans from a window of a dream
Headed for that ghost
