Breathing Ghosts

I saw you bathing by the hot springs
The sun looked pale against your skin
I stood fixed against a tree
The snow was beating down on me

You put your cloak around me, wipe my mouth when I bleed
If you ever leave you'll leave a hole

I bet you won't believe that I'd go first? I'll leave the hole and catch a hearse
Make a fire and wait for spring, but still the cold keeps creeping in

I guess I'd better swallow the blue
Guess I'd better spew out the truth: 'I ain't too worried about my wealth
'Cause I've got holes in my coat and I ain't doing much better myself



Credits
Writer(s): Hendrikus Christoffe Lamprecht, Pieter Swanepoel, Barend Frederick Booysen
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