Lyrics The Ghost - mewithoutYou

The Ghost

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