David Wimbish A Ghost And A Scale
The ever gracious sun wrapped the rays of its light 'round your dancing body
As I sat, quiet as morning, on Crow Creek Hill
We did not speak of love, no, it built like a static between our folly
These moments used to hold me like a windowsill
But it feels just like a ghost now
I can see right through this life somehow
The ever gracious blood dripped down like coffee from a cross in the cathedral
People nail their guilt to its arms like a prize
Then the choir stood and sang out a collective apology on speed dial
A return to the chorus could open up our eyes
But I sing just like a ghost now
I can see right through this life somehow
And I sleep straight through the waves that crash against our bow
It's amazing that we've made it this far
Between the storms and time it takes to see the shore
Well, I've been weighing my options, they keep breaking my scales
And you've been letting the dogs in, sheltering them from the hail
And the truth that I found was true in the time that I needed
But that same truth skipped town the second it saw that my wound would not stop bleeding