Songtext von Our Ghosts

Sink traps without a catch The last grocery bags Stacked up in a pile A laundry sack; Scratched up for the automat The cats figure that you'll Be gone for a while We could not block the arrows That poisoned your heart Betrayed from the beginning, Now too spoiled to trust We'd work on an ending, But where would we start? I won't pass my judgements For judges to judge just Hashing out contingents With your ghost The meaning-well, misguided talking Shit committee gathers When their tragedy ignites a fire: Dormant, weeping, battered And the pattern is embarrassing It only makes me sadder Now i finally realize it And i wish it didn't matter at all Don't push, don't pull Act, enabler Guilt pays off in full Pay your maker I'll be opposed to every argument, Be ill with every lie I'm not looking to be a hero I'm not looking for a fight I'm working out contingents with your ghost Sorting through specifics with your ghost Explaining my position to your ghost I'm seeing double vision with our ghosts