I was a ghost,
baring a heart, hollow from death.
baring a heart, hollow from death.
Buried under feet,
lying like the salt between us.
lying like the salt between us.
I watch as winter passes.
The stones I placed set a path to the trees,
now dusted over.
The stones I placed set a path to the trees,
now dusted over.
It's still dark here,
even when the clouds drift.
even when the clouds drift.
It's still night here,
even after the moon has came and went.
even after the moon has came and went.
I hope the tips of the pine
poke holes in the sky and let the light in.
poke holes in the sky and let the light in.
I'll haunt until the day I die, waiting for the sun to shine.
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