I hear the breath of ghosts Hiding behind the wind Like an icy choir exhaling A promise to rescind
I hear the breath of ghosts Escaping from their lungs Calling forth the names of those That took away their tongues
A temporary permanence A fortress of onionskin With motives so transparent With no means to an end
I feel the breath of ghosts Like fingers on my skin Tracing senseless patterns Revealing nothing in the end
I hear the breath of ghosts Whisper in my ear With every drooling syllable It preys upon my fear
A temporary permanence A fortress of onionskin With motives so transparent With no means to an end
I hear the breath of ghosts Blowing through the trees Hissing out a warning Awash with its disease
I hear the breath of ghosts Slowly fade away With ever decreasing frequency As colors change to gray
A temporary permanence A fortress of onionskin With motives so transparent With no means to an endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.