Wilds Collection - Specter Feedback, opus 2492

1. Ye cam again through the amp’s scream, A breath in wires, a thrid o' dream. Ah didnae ken the key ye kept, But aye, it rang whaur silence slept. 2. Yer coat hung lang on the nail sae thin, Wi holes whaur yesternicht had been. The room wis bare, the reverb wide— But Ah could hear ye just inside. 3. Nae sang sae bricht as one ye ne’er sang, It hings in air like copper clang. Ah played the chord, ma fingers bled— And still, yer ghost kept time instead. 4. Oh, feedback wails an’ carries true, Yer name is stitched in every hue. Ah screamed, ye answered back in flame— An left ma marrow wi yer name.