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