Ghosts

Cold I see it coming
I feel the lamplight in the bottom of my bones
And though he saw me dancing I'll call in favours till my real complexion shows
Slow, we stayed up chanting all the letters that were never sent back home
And everybody sees my ghosts
Stoned I see it grow beneath me
Told my reasons
Stoned I see it grow beneath me
Told my reasons
Planned on standing upright, but the status of my back begins to show
And crack beneath the campsite
In the headroom as the keys begin to moan
Ran into the tunnel
Letting footsteps slip into concrete stones
And my face in their own
Stoned I see it grow beneath me
Told my reasons



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Writer(s): D Brito
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