The Ghost - mewithoutYou

I’ll lie down for the last time

And fall well away from her

I insist that I’ll be dearly missed

(please, say «Never,» say «Never!»)

I’ll pour down like water

And in between the sky and doubt

We talked about 'forever'

And all our other useless words

Until I say

«In His silent sound was the

Peace I found» but she hides behind

Her eyelids

And I feel the breath from her nose

On my neck as it blows by

The warmth passes me (like her love did)

«But a tree once cut down

Came up new from the ground»

And she smiles a lie, «That may very well be,»

She replies «And so it goes

It’s the Devil, I suppose

But it doesn’t matter much to me.»

(A one, two, three four!)

Put music

Put music

Put music to our troubles

Put music

Put music to our troubles

And we’ll dance them away

From my left eye flow tears of joy

Of sorrow from my right

«You might be too strong to surrender

Boy, but you’re far too frail to fight.»

That old dull pain beats in my brain

It falls down my back into every limb

And it’s more of the same

As the warmth that I seem to lack

You’ll neither find in him