Wicked Lady - Ship of Ghosts

When you see the storm clouds comin', you'd better watch out
And the man behind the window cannot hear you shout
There's something that's within you that just won't go away
And you can't look in the mirror, so you fall down and pray

In the grey light of the mornin' it's not easy to see
And the people shake their heads at you if they want to agree
The destruction that is all around makes you realise
the face you wore this mornin' was just a disguise

The pressure from the living dead can make you insane
Cold fingers of this nightmare will enter your brain
You must leave the ones you care about and walk to the shore
The ship will come to carry you to a place you've been before

The pressure from the living dead can make you insane
And cold fingers of this nightmare will enter your brain
You must leave the ones you care about and walk to the shore,
where the ship will come and carry you to the place you've known before

In the grey light of the mornin' it's not easy to see
And people shake their heads at you if they want to agree
The destruction that is all around makes you realise
that the face you wore this mornin' was just a disguise