PRETTY ABSINTHE

 Pretty Absinthe came from the sky
                  Once again she brought love to life
                  Now she's gone and all you want to do is die

A war like lash to the face
                  On an old battlefield now full of blue mandolin melodies
                  You want to join the 1000 ghost chorus of this place

An aura of light remains from this love at first sight
                  They say love ending badly is better than no love at all
                  You embrace the ghost of that first night
 
Shattered shards of memories they're everywhere
                  Your porch, your bed, your sad old house on the corner
                  The lover, now the stranger, ghosts of sorrow and joy live there

                  Did it really have to end this way?
                  Did she really have to go away?

 She's gone, she's gone, she's gone away...cuts to the bone
                  Now it's you and the ghosts all alone.