I can hear her late at night Rattling along the corridor Wearing my name around my neck I'd long forgotten who I was I rebel with the ghost Try to fight But my hands and feet are fading Used to fall for it all Now my weak insides Are backed by gutless conversation A spectre of your former self No reflection in the mirror When you least expect Wearing my name around my neck Apparently just self-possessed... I rebel with the ghost Try to fight But my hands and feet are fading Holding on to the wall But my weak insides Are backed by gutless conversation