| Song | Haunted By the Ghost of a Dead Actress |
| Artist | The Plasmarifle |
| Album | While You Were Sleeping (The World Forever Changed in an Instant) |
| Like a perfect vision captured in time, | |
| You’re all the inspiration I need | |
| Wisp, your presence, entwine with mine, | |
| You’ve been burning in my heart. | |
| You’re elusive, you’ve been avoiding me. | |
| You’re a ghost, a vision still haunting me. | |
| The consensus is that I’m hallucinating, | |
| Though most have heard you creaking and moaning. | |
| Having you float above me inaudibly accusing, | |
| Won’t do half as much as your memory glowing. | |
| I say, you are the greatest source of joy and pain. | |
| Calibrate my emotions for a woman that’s only half there. | |
| My ambitions, fully committed to pleasing only you. | |
| Though they do not see you, I know you’re there, | |
| A cold breeze tingles the back of my neck, | |
| When (if ever) you decide to show your face. | |
| Your gaze renders me aloof to the cares of this world. | |
| Your translucent radiance warms my dead soul, | |
| As you seek to obtain my eyes alone. | |
| For no one knows of our secret bond, | |
| I beseech you my love, would you be mine? |
| Like a perfect vision captured in time, | |
| You' re all the inspiration I need | |
| Wisp, your presence, entwine with mine, | |
| You' ve been burning in my heart. | |
| You' re elusive, you' ve been avoiding me. | |
| You' re a ghost, a vision still haunting me. | |
| The consensus is that I' m hallucinating, | |
| Though most have heard you creaking and moaning. | |
| Having you float above me inaudibly accusing, | |
| Won' t do half as much as your memory glowing. | |
| I say, you are the greatest source of joy and pain. | |
| Calibrate my emotions for a woman that' s only half there. | |
| My ambitions, fully committed to pleasing only you. | |
| Though they do not see you, I know you' re there, | |
| A cold breeze tingles the back of my neck, | |
| When if ever you decide to show your face. | |
| Your gaze renders me aloof to the cares of this world. | |
| Your translucent radiance warms my dead soul, | |
| As you seek to obtain my eyes alone. | |
| For no one knows of our secret bond, | |
| I beseech you my love, would you be mine? |