Photojournalist

What had become of

The woman who lingered around

In the photo

The daughter of Diane

Would never ever be bound

To the basic

To rise up again

Rise up again

Like a ghost

I saw it

Rise up again

Rise up again

Like a ghost

Here with me

You will stop

I'm not ready to know who she was was ooo oooh

Stop I'm not ready to know who she was was ooo oooh

There is a difference between

What you want them to know

And what they have to know

There in the mirror

Reality never was found

From the waist up

To rise up again

Rise up again

Like a ghost

It started to

Rise up again

Rise up again

Like a ghost

Here with me

You will stop

I'm not ready to know who she was was ooo oooh

Stop I'm not ready to know who she was was ooo oooh

Stop I'm not ready to know who she was ooo oooh

Stop I'm not ready to know who she was was ooo oooh