Jason Molina Spectral Alphabet
Emptiness and blue
Beside the city moon
Empty black cat eyes
Cat's cradle eyes
Keep an eye on you
Heavy spanish moss
A hanging veil across the graceland get
The ancestors of the world
Think it looks great
Their names inscribed by death
In a spectral alphabet
Their names look foreign
And they are forgotten by the world again
Emptiness and blue
Beside the city moon
The empty streets
Hardly remember you
The rest of us do
A promise inscribed by death
In a sprectral alphabet
The words look foreign
And they are forgotten by the world again
What it says could that have kept us out of fiery hands
