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Ghost of The Chair

from Hits & Pieces (The first 30 years) by Ian Bruce

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GHOST OF THE CHAIR
(Ian M. Bruce)

CHORUS:
If I were a lighthouse in time's tortuous seas
And the morning was sailing to me.
My light occluding, I'd turn her around.
Send the morning back sailing to sea, to sea.
Send the morning back sailing to sea.

Like an ogre to children is the whip to the mare.
Like tomcats to mice are the hounds to the hare.
Their fears are belittled by mine of the chair.
So wide-eyed I lie with a mind full of care.

No chance of escape with nowhere to run.
No choice but to wait for the impending sun.
So I fear, in the morning, that I am undone.
They say that it's painless, which comforts me none.

This dawdling darkness is now at an end.
My heart beats like thunder and trembles attend.
But my heart beat its last when the shock they did send.
'Twas their task to ensure I killed never again.

But it never was in me, I never could kill.
So, a murderer, somewhere, believes I lie still.
As Ghost of The Chair I've a deed to fulfil.
If vengeance is sweet, then have it I will.

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from Hits & Pieces (The first 30 years), released July 1, 2011
Written by Ian M. Bruce

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