Passerby's Ghost

I'm up in the morning
The day is still dawning
But I'm hanging up from the ceiling
I can see myself breathing
What a strange way to live
A passerby's life
What a strange way to see
Time passing by
You've been cutting your fingers
Too many a mirror
But the hurting is over
Or at least that's what you figured
What a strange way to die
In another man's coat
What a strange way to see
Another man's ghost
What a strange way to die
In another man's coat
What a strange way to see
Another man's ghost