My resolve has softened like butter;
You keep pushing my window wider.
Maybe this is you kissing me better?
Maybe you’ll be my lucky outsider.

I’m a greedy child, high on your sugar;
A storm chaser, braced for the thunder.
But if you shake me out of my fever,
You might keep me from breaking asunder.

If there’s a ghost of a chance,
If I pin all my hopes on you,
If I get a taste for romance,
Could you take a ghost of a chance on me too?

With my hand in yours, I am stronger.
When you look in my eyes, I remember,
I’m a queen these days, not a beggar!
I’m a fire these days, not an ember!

If there’s a ghost of a chance,
If I pin all my hopes on you,
If I get a taste for romance,
Could you take a ghost of a chance on me too?

We could rein in the sun,
Bake the day ‘til it’s done,
Juice the hours like a lime,
Drink their imperfect time.
And through my hollow night, would you hold me tight?
And could you stand to be loved by me?

If there’s a ghost of a chance,
If I pin all my hopes on you,
If I get a taste for romance,
Could you take a chance, take a chance, take a chance...

Oh, if there’s a ghost of a chance,
If I pin all my hopes on you,
If I get a taste for romance,
Could you take a ghost of a chance on me too...?

© Fran Smith 2012 (PRS/MCPS)