First Thursday - 1906 (Ghosts)

There's rings on the wood
Where the glasses stood
There's prints on the pane
Where love remains

And the bags, in the wind
Drops on the floor
A little bit of blood
From the demons at the door

And the ghosts all sing
Hiding under the bed
Come and let fall
Your heavy head
Go ahead and laugh, man
Yeah it's okay
Go ahead and cry, friend
Yeah we're okay

And we'll stumble out
Barefoot running
In the pouring rain

We can’t live without
All the love
And all of the pain

With the wind in our hair
And our hands in the air
The ghosts all sing
And we’re all listening

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