Katie Melua - The shirt of a ghost

Mary at home, as always,
was ironing a pale shirt of a ghost
Trying to straighten out every crease of his being
and the emptiness where she was lost

Ten minutes before she had her man
drying in the summer's breeze
Their love had been helped
by a little red peg
but it was just a moment seized

'Cause he flew away
On a memory where most people fade away
But now she's left
with the shirt of a ghost
Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost

Ten minutes before he ran away
to a stranger's hands and feet
And as it turned she saw them play
among the soap, water and heat. 'Cause he flew away
On a memory where most lovers just fade away
And she's left with the shirt of a ghost
Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost

Ten minutes before the shirt was stained
in anger and greed
And it smelled of revenge from a broken heart
and the shirt his body no longer did need

'Cause he flew away
On a memory where most bodies just fade away
But she's left with the shirt of a ghost
Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost

'Cause he flew away
On a memory where most lovers just fade away
But she's left with the shirt of a ghost
Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost
She's left with the shirt of a ghost