This Shore, That Shore (Ghost Choir Mix)

What the eyes can see here And what has forgotten its name Breathe together in the same long night In a house that will not close Shadows cannot be numbered Only the stairway climbs and climbs above Voices that could not reach the sea Are stitched tight to this dry land Wearing every day like a borrowed skin Rail tracks quietly start to bend All the world turns inside out Every tag that marked the way back home Has already burned away A cat with no true body Traces my legs as if to prove I’m real When I cannot touch the touch I feel That is the borderline