Ship of Ghosts-Wicked Lady

When you see the storm clouds comin', you'd better watch out And the man behind the window cannot hear you shout There's something that's within you that just won't go away And you can't look in the mirror, so you fall down and pray In the grey light of the mornin' it's not easy to see And the people shake their heads at you if they want to agree The destruction that is all around makes you realise the face you wore this mornin' was just a disguise The pressure from the living dead can make you insane Cold fingers of this nightmare will enter your brain You must leave the ones you care about and walk to the shore The ship will come to carry you to a place you've been before The pressure from the living dead can make you insane And cold fingers of this nightmare will enter your brain You must leave the ones you care about and walk to the shore, where the ship will come and carry you to the place you've known before In the grey light of the mornin' it's not easy to see And people shake their heads at you if they want to agree The destruction that is all around makes you realise that the face you wore this mornin' was just a disguise