Picture Window

My baby loves a port town And a shuffle Only cries on Ferris wheels This baby's on the verge of If she lost him, would most certainly be committed Are you not afraid of every waking minute That your life could pass you by? But all of my ghosts are real All of my ghosts are real All of my ghosts are my home Heartbreaking like a punch card Keeps his mouth shut Keeps his mind fixed and well hidden You dream enough for two, dear Picture window Looking out on somewhere else Do you not conceive of my death at every minute While your life just passes you by? But all of my ghosts are real All of my ghosts are real All of my ghosts are my home All of my ghosts are real All of my ghosts are real All of my ghosts are my home