
GHOST
Mercury drops in a porcelain sink The taste of the static, the color of ink We’re cardboard kings in a moment of rush Watching the diamonds turn back into dust I’m a ghost in the wires, I’m a slip in the gear The silence is the only thing I can hear And I’m silver, I’m cold I’m a story you told To the moon when the world was in bloom We’re the beautiful crash In a pan-colored flash Just a splinter of light in the room And I’m yours, I’m yours Until the sun shuts the doors Velvet and charcoal and 19th-century dreams Nothing is ever as real as it seems The carousel spins till the horses all bleed I’m sowing the stories and reaping the weed Wrapped in a blanket of fuzz and despair Chasing the bullshit that aren't even there Yeah, we’re the empty ones The hollowed-out, sun-damaged sons And it’s alright, yeah, it’s alright To burn out in the middle of the night (Screamed) It’s alright! It’s alright! And I’m silver, I’m cold I’m a story you told To the moon when the world was in bloom We’re the beautiful crash In a pan-colored flash Just a splinter of light in the room And I’m yours, I’m yours Until the sun shuts the doors In the gray... In the gray... The world is my thoughts The star is a wire I’m just a ghost... Just a ghost.

