words and music by Karen Pernick
lying just like sleeping ghosts the blankets on my bed are curled into a sweet repose it looks like you're still lying there blame it on imagination blame it on the strange sensation my heart kicking at its cage srange how a spark can tempt the tame cuz now love's a distant mountain i can only hold it with my eyes its a torn edge of paper that's been ripped down that horizon line where passions lost to longing and it's hanging in the air it's a voice that whispers to me, "you won't get back there from here" no...blame it on imagination blame it on the strange sensation my heart kicking at its cage strange how a spark can tempt the tame but i remember how i touched your sleeve and we stared up at that big ol' tree and we watched that tiny leaf go nodding nodding gracefully but not it's a cold harsh rain and it's splashing on the ground and words i didn't want to say are puddles on my tongue blame it on imagination blame it on the strange sensation my heart kicking at its cage strange how a spark can tempt the tame lying just like sleeping ghosts with blankets on my bed i am curled into a sweet repose and you should still be lying here