Your Ghost 歌词

Your ghost, a white candle in this night Smile broken, though eyes bright as carnival rides You wander these streets, punch-drunk on the stars As the lights are stubbed out in the neighborhood bars Your voice, thin as smoke, barely exits your mouth There's blood in your hair and a fire to the south Your skeleton moves in a waltz with the stairs And the well of your heart, full of noone who cares Your words, a white wreath at the cusp of the hill To mark of the kill, where the blood was spilled You're the back of the mirror, you're the ghost of the tide And i would die twice, if you stayed tonight (don't stay tonight)