Lyrics Ghostyard - Joshua James

Ghostyard

A ghostyard
Now I’m laid right in the middle
A mother raised a shotgun
Poured a little
I sure got another option
For my wandering about
Ghostyard
Now I’m laying right in the middle
A spirit waves
And then he’s gone
A small bird
Crushed out in the garden
A fat worm
Taken for the other
Everyone could see it coming
Being born without an eye
Small bird
Stretched out for the others
I see you fade
And now she’s gone
One day
The earth will be an ocean
Airwaves
In place of our emotion
Everyone can see it coming
We all got locked inside the gate
Digitize consumption
Turning man into a slave
Someday
The world will be an ocean
We all get played
And then we’re gone