Jack Conte Lonely Ghost
And on this casket's back sits a little lonely ghost. He
misses his old lungs and wishes he had his throat, those
good old days! Daylight will wash away. It's going to
fade, yeah it will fade, and the darkness will take it's
place. It's going to come, yeah it will come, so I'm
grateful for this consciousness oasis that paints the
darkest carpet with a sudden streak of white. We burn so
bright!
I will swallow it whole, I'm going to run, yeah I will
run until my body breaks down. I'm filling up, yeah fill
me up. Fill me up!
Don't look back: you'll turn to salt. So just march on,
let moments melt.
I'm awake. Wake up! Wake UP! I'm awake, I'm AWAKE! And
I'll never piss that away. Let's be loud, let's love,
let's make some sound! Let's make some sound!
