Customs We Are Ghosts
The place
it's eating me
it chews me playfully
It's her again
I wave theatrically
I should have taken leave
We are ghosts
singing a melody
we are ghosts
a subliminal phantasy
we are ghosts
singing a melody
we are ghosts
almost
The syren sings
it's almost over now
my ship is about to wreck
I smell her scent
There's no ignoring her
she smiles and turns her back
We are ghosts
singing a melody
we are ghosts
a subliminal phantasy
we are ghosts
singing a melody
we are ghosts
almost
She walks in so graciously
and reads me like a book
she reminds me of
the chances that I never took
she looks like she understands
she talks like she knows
How these things go
We are ghosts
singing a melody
we are ghosts
a subliminal phantasy
we are ghosts
singing a melody
we are ghosts
almost
We are ghosts
We are ghosts
