She makes me so unsure of myself   Standing there but never talking sense   Just a visitor you see   So much wanting to be seen   She'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away      It's the customary thing to say or do   To a disappointed proud man in his grief   And on fridays she'd be there   And on wednesday not at all   Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall      You're a ghost la la la   You're a ghost   I'm in the church and I've come   To claim you with my iron drum   La la la      The continent's just fallen in disgrace   William william william rogers put it in it's place   Blood and tears from old japan   Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor   Singing crying singing tediously   (les tuilleries -- instruments sans voix)         Efficiency efficiency they say   Get to know the date and tell the time of day   As the crowds begin complaining   How the beaujolais is raining   Down on darkened meetings on champs elysee