curtains swaying the windows
closed / ghost of the wind knocking
at my door / is that you
checking on me / bring the fire to
set me free
chill my body make it cold /
warm me up and let me go / i
hear voices in the air / it's
too strange no one's ever there
little drummer play my march /
bring your beat, drown out the
dark / ghosts waiting above my
grave / the cold washing souls
away
and i question the only
questions i already knew the
answers to / so i wish i could
count quietly in a crowded room
till we were only standing there
/ in another time, life, and
place / and the only thing one
could hear was the soft whisper
of / 4, 3, 2 |