Ghosts

Tall forests stand along the shoreline
Sheltering life along the green
But as the Sun climbs and Kelvin burns
The sea rises and bleeds the soil
Bark strips away and needles fall
Spiked bone trunks send scattered fingers to the sky
I'm standing in a forest of ghosts

Two bodies lie in a cold room that's got no soul
Reach for a hip that's cold as alabaster stone
White hot blood that tapers thin
Where to begin
House ain't a home
Left here lying and thinking bout what I need the most
Wrestled arms and entwined souls
Still seeking more so mind and body roam
Want to worship bodies like they were the Holy Host
AlI want and need leaves me
Burning like a rich man's greed
But now it feels like I'm lying in bed with a ghost

Painted hearts and blood runs dry
Blink those tears that I cannot cry
Staring at the ceiling with the fear that you'll never really know
And left to stand alone
Feel like I'm loving alone in the land of the ghosts

Well where went my bleeding heart
Where does it start
How do I let you know
I'll get back there from the valley of the ghosts
Where'd my baby go
I'll send her home