Elizabeth Goodfellow - Milwaukee Lyrics

There used to be so much ceremony
Now there's a place in the weeds
That never stands up straight
There was a gate to a path grown thick with trees
Once we'd race through to
Summer blackberries by the creek
There's a stairwell in Milwaukee
I carved your name and mine
In a dark wood fire door
Ran my fingers through the ashes on the floor
Looked through the lights to find your face
Some ghosts want nothing more
There will be palms with silver money
Pressed so tight until it's thrown to
Some wish everybody knows
And everybody's made
The fountain laughs at each bright coin
Sinking low like starfish in the shade
There's a stairwell... run my...
I looked through the lights to find your face
Some ghosts want nothing more
Nothing more