Our Ghosts

I saw your father in the hall.

His ghost is living in the walls.

I heard him crying while you slept.

I heard him breaking things after you left.

I watched you crawl into my bed.

With curses spilling from your head.

You said, "We're just the walking dead."

So I pulled the trigger and we floated off.

Into the air.

Up in the air.

We're in the air.

Up in the air.

I used to worry about the time.

And I lost my teeth along the line.

So I carved the apple from my eye.

And gave it to you before I went away.

Blood ran into the kitchen sink.

Your hands and arms are running pink.

I sat and watched you as your ring, slipped off and rolled across the kitchen floor.

But they cut your eyes wide open.

And bore into your precious head.

My reach won't go that far dear.

So please, oh please don't let them in.

And I sank into the sea.

Wrapped in piano strings.

Few words could open me.

But you knew them all...

Now I just sleep beneath your floor.

My ghost just tries to keep you warm.

I've seen the end, I've lost the war.

But one day you'll join me here just like the rest.

I hear the engines, they're roaring in my mouth.

They smell of creatures, and are fighting tooth and nail just to get out.

I see the airplanes, they're pouring from my chest.

They fill the air.

And burn and bury me just like the rest.