Bob Tilton - Ghost | Текст песни

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• Bob Tilton
• Ghost

A healing gaze distracted,

a clown face blurred in water.

You ride your wave well

(you losing definition).

A healing gaze distracted,

a down stream smile running red.

ride your wave well

I smeared your face with my blood.

You swore you had tasted this before.

I'm spread so thin my colours bleed to one.

Now I don't stand.

Both feet bled, now I don't stand anymore.

I felt your ghost move within,

take shape and shift beneath the skin

and whisper:

"Black eyes are only a kiss away.

Take up the floorboards to get

closer to the bone and find

how the past will not

play dead anymore."

She reads aloud from letters that were

never thrown away

and paints my house with all the crimson

shades of recollection.

I smeared my face with your blood

and swore I liked the taste.

I brought you to the water's edge

and I held you under.

I'll keep a graveside vigil,

but you're not coming back are you?

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