WORDS

CARRY THE GHOST

I breathed my last under the cloak of night.

Gaunt as a grave, I laid there, so white.

Forever eyes rolled up in my head.

There’s no pain and there’s no red.

 

Can’t see my hands, I can’t feel the rain.

I walk through doors, and through moving trains.

My eyes are open. My heart is prepared.

 

I carry the ghost through this strange, strange land.

I carry the ghost through this strange, strange land.

 

Don’t make me walk this lonely, lonely earth.

 

Now I feel white silk on the breeze.

And something else floating throught the trees.

 

Ivory fingers move on skin.

The moon is ice and porcelain.

She’s soft and warm, and her prayers sneak up behind me.

 

I carry the ghost through this strange, strange land.

I carry the ghost through this strange, strange land.

I carry the ghost through this strange, strange land.

 

 

Jim Walker - Bass, Guitars, Ebow, Keyboards, Percussion, Sequencing, Lead Vx, BG Vx