If our raincoats were any indication It was a wet one like beach at fullers home My visions of suzanna drinking missiles My visions of the past i leave alone I block your memory like my youthfulness But even certain sounds can cause a dirty mess (Break) Before i left i kissed your check and wept I've never hated to hate to love just like this My shirt its reds and blue they stain my skin I told the two i love that i'd be back again If puddles and the scraps of cloth return... I'd give a thousand pounds just for a sunburn Congratulations, to your ghost.