You awoke in a burning paperhouse
from the infinite fields
of dreamless sleep
You return to Tienanmen
an eyewitness in a shroud
to see them fall, feel them yield
reliving the terror of the crowd
Hold the whirlwind, don’t let it blow
just for a moment I seemed to know
Hold the whirlwind, don’t let it blow
I seemed to know the ghost in you

The whisper of your scream
sighed through the air
and faith-the flag is torn and frayed
inferno heat, glory in flame
love was beaten and betrayed

In every step I hear your sobbing
dare I break the shade with one caress?
dare I trespass to lift the veil
to touch the lips so soft and frail?

Hold the whirlwind, don’t let it blow
I seemed to know the ghost in you

Your captive heart, the belief you share
with a kiss eternal, the spirits of the square

Hold the whirlwind, don’t let it blow
hope remains with the ghost in you
Hold the whirlwind, don’t let it blow
I seemed to know the ghost in you

don’t let it blow
the ghost in you
the ghost in you
Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Ghost in You, Superstition