I know you're lonely,
I watched you walk,
Like a ghost out into the street,
You left sparks in the night,
Your movements left traces,
Dispersed through the prism of light,

Saint Anthony's Fire,
Chased down the village,
Like a swarm of bees,

Your diaries are bound,
With Chinese silk,
And wrapped in red ribbons,
You float outside my window held up,
By the pull of the moon on the tide,

Saint Anthony's Fire,
Chase from your house by,
A poltergeist.