My smoke will kiss the moon
As God mocks my hands
Too small to hold love
The moth left the porchlight
And tore apart his wings
In pursuit of the dove
Every rooftop blocks the moon
And the trees shelter every star
Just to make sure you know
You'll never get that far
Why should I need what I hate the most
Sentenced to the shadows of each unholy ghost
I'll never be taller than the road that I walk
Until the scars on my chest teach my hands how to talk
Not an ounce of regret
Or even an honest goodbye
Just a beast on my sleeve to immortalize
The flesh filled lie
Why do I hate what I need the most
In the shadows of each unholy ghost
I'll never be taller than the road that I walk
Until the scars on my chest teach my hands how to talk
Christopher Andrews - Unholy Ghost Lyrics
Christopher Andrews - Unholy Ghost Lyrics
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My smoke will kiss the moon
As God mocks my hands
Too small to hold love
The moth left the porchlight
And tore apart his wings
In pursuit of the dove
Every rooftop blocks the moon
And the trees shelter every star
Just to make sure you know
You'll never get that far
Why should I need what I hate the most
Sentenced to the shadows of each unholy ghost
I'll never be taller than the road that I walk
Until the scars on my chest teach my hands how to talk
Not an ounce of regret
Or even an honest goodbye
Just a beast on my sleeve to immortalize
The flesh filled lie
Why do I hate what I need the most
In the shadows of each unholy ghost
I'll never be taller than the road that I walk
Until the scars on my chest teach my hands how to talk
As God mocks my hands
Too small to hold love
The moth left the porchlight
And tore apart his wings
In pursuit of the dove
Every rooftop blocks the moon
And the trees shelter every star
Just to make sure you know
You'll never get that far
Why should I need what I hate the most
Sentenced to the shadows of each unholy ghost
I'll never be taller than the road that I walk
Until the scars on my chest teach my hands how to talk
Not an ounce of regret
Or even an honest goodbye
Just a beast on my sleeve to immortalize
The flesh filled lie
Why do I hate what I need the most
In the shadows of each unholy ghost
I'll never be taller than the road that I walk
Until the scars on my chest teach my hands how to talk
Writer: Christopher Andrews
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