raindrops fell without rage eyes
half-closed skin like dark gray metal inanimate and cold.
another flame to my face the smell of sulfur lingering away.
you're here for the perforation of the heart.
precise incisions; anesthetic dreams.
it's broken like a ticking watch
that need repairs shattered glass,
exposed face, waiting to be wound.
wounded like a friend of mine
who eased his pain by killing time
not letting it kill him.
when you wake up you won't remember anything.
but that night the ghosts wailed in the windstorm.
cries sharp like a crescent moon
a sickle grazed against the skin
my breath fogged up the window
so i let the night breathe in.
i let the ghosts into my room
and listened to their screams incessant whisperings
singing like music to my ears
a flash of life like lightning electric blinding blue
reminded me of me.
The Lawrence Arms - Ghost Stories Lyrics
The Lawrence Arms - Ghost Stories Lyrics
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raindrops fell without rage eyes
half-closed skin like dark gray metal inanimate and cold.
another flame to my face the smell of sulfur lingering away.
you're here for the perforation of the heart.
precise incisions; anesthetic dreams.
it's broken like a ticking watch
that need repairs shattered glass,
exposed face, waiting to be wound.
wounded like a friend of mine
who eased his pain by killing time
not letting it kill him.
when you wake up you won't remember anything.
but that night the ghosts wailed in the windstorm.
cries sharp like a crescent moon
a sickle grazed against the skin
my breath fogged up the window
so i let the night breathe in.
i let the ghosts into my room
and listened to their screams incessant whisperings
singing like music to my ears
a flash of life like lightning electric blinding blue
reminded me of me.
half-closed skin like dark gray metal inanimate and cold.
another flame to my face the smell of sulfur lingering away.
you're here for the perforation of the heart.
precise incisions; anesthetic dreams.
it's broken like a ticking watch
that need repairs shattered glass,
exposed face, waiting to be wound.
wounded like a friend of mine
who eased his pain by killing time
not letting it kill him.
when you wake up you won't remember anything.
but that night the ghosts wailed in the windstorm.
cries sharp like a crescent moon
a sickle grazed against the skin
my breath fogged up the window
so i let the night breathe in.
i let the ghosts into my room
and listened to their screams incessant whisperings
singing like music to my ears
a flash of life like lightning electric blinding blue
reminded me of me.