Ghosting - Isidore, Steve Kilbey

You gotta register it so full on

You need the minimum drift

You saw the end, you saw the horizon

You couldn’t squander your gifts

You heard the word that remains unheard

You dreamt up knuckle dust

You in the moment before it occurred

Where’s your trust

I’m up for the stranger scene

I’m down with the dusk

I’m honestly me

You gotta realize, it’s all out of control

You got the Wellington boots

You went to Gloucester and fell into a hole

You never wonder who shoots

You dressed in evening as black as coal

That’s so cute

Time up for the stronger stuff

Time down for use

Flame on for famous frame

I’m honestly me

You’re getting ghosting on your fractured screen

You’ll think of something when I’m gone

You’ll think about me as you say my name

You’ll introduce me for a song

You’ll never notice where the morning went

You’ll never stand outside the door

You’ll never see me with your antenna bent

That’s for sure