Testo di Ghosts

Your heavy weathered halo Has all and all withdrawn The days in which I shook your skin are gone I read you wrong I sever and you cradle And call our failures art We practice prayers to dreams that never start They gently go dark I whisper in the morning to your mirror with faux hoorays The darkest of the things I do not say The darling days of morning in your mirror I celebrate The hollowheaded ghosts of yesterday Your memory runs shadows And all hope must resign The boundlessness of beauty circumscribed No smile survived Your heavy weathered halo Has lines I couldn't trace I'm lost in all the words I cannot place Lost in your grace