Paddling ghost makes it Coast to coast makes it Into the flames with the horse who made believe Battles a guy makes a Cross the night and he Battles the flame it's the big stone place
There was a time they knew once more Carried them down beneath the floor Shovels in hand they dug too deep Down to the flame that was his keep
Paddling ghost makes it Coast to coast makes it Into the flames with the horse who made believe Battles a guy makes a Cross the night and he Battles the flame it's the big stone place
PART 2: I've soaked my skin in the pits of hell Yet I can't seem to escape the smell of sea Like gloom it's smeared across my skin Like a dirty black rust in my melody
Watch that one black night he And the whole world whispers