White Lace Dress

I own a white lace dress
it sits on my bed
collecting dust
collecting memories
you once said one day we'd button it up
and go dancing in the stream
but now it's been so long
and I can hardly remember
who made that promise to me

was it you,
Golden Ghost?
who lives in my dreams and visions?
a warm feeling comes from the sea
but you have no face where it should be
I will never know who made this promise to me
or the name of the one I loved

suddenly this ghost
has put my heart is distress
so I gather my memories
and button up my white lace dress
I go dancing in the stream
until it swallows me whole
and I wait for you to carry me home