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