Your Ghost

Your ghost, a white candle in this night 

Smile broken, though eyes bright as carnival rides

You wander these streets, punch-drunk on the stars

As the lights are stubbed out in the neighborhood bars



Your voice, thin as smoke, barely exits your mouth

There's blood in your hair and a fire to the south

Your skeleton moves in a waltz with the stairs 

And the well of your heart, full of noone who cares



Your words, a white wreath at the cusp of the hill

To mark of the kill, where the blood was spilled

You're the back of the mirror, you're the ghost of the tide 

And i would die twice, if you stayed tonight 

(don't stay tonight)