If I could cut her out I'd jam the scissors in your back
I'd rip out every wound until there was nothing left
I'd do anything to make you forget
Twelve months on she still sleeps in our bed
If I could kill a memory I'd have her dead within a day

She's alive
and her ghosts are still haunting me

She's alive

and her ghosts are still haunting me

She's alive
and her ghosts are still haunting me

Her fixed smile and her dead eyes are staring
Her waxy skin and her necrosis spreading
Her voice still sings and the record is skipping
Over all the holes where her knives have been

I wish I'd got to you first and tripped her up on the way
but you'll always be hers no matter how long I wait
I'd do anything to make you forget
Twelve months on, she's still hidden in our sheets
And there's not enough whiskey to make her go away

She's alive
and her ghosts are still haunting me

She's alive
and her ghosts are still haunting me

She's alive
and her ghosts are still haunting me

Her fixed smile and her dead eyes are staring
Her waxy skin and her necrosis spreading
Her voice still sings and the record's skipping
Over all the holes where her knives have been