Tell the ghost of Emma Clark, I grasp the irony... of haunting a library at night when it's too dark to read. Coca-cola everywhere but not a drop to drink. I slept in the kitchen sink but could not pay the water bill. How I saved my life. How I saved my life... By surrendering it to him, to him, to her. Tell the ghost of William Floyd the road to hell is paved, with the souls that he has "saved" by taking their music away. How I saved my life. How I saved my life... By surrendering it to him, to him, to her. She shook a black tambourine, in my seasick dreams. A heart like a lighthouse took these dark hours away from me. She shook a black tambourine, in my shipwrecked dreams. A heart like an anchor that sank her down to me... at the bottom of the sea. How I saved my life... I'll be tied to the mast of a pirate ship when god's children rejoice. Because when I was given the choice...I chose to hear the bad news first.