Have you seen the ghosts
Between the stars
Who make their home
Where the pieces fall
From the gates
Of the cemetery
They fall into place
And break apart
Give this haunting what it wants
Give this haunting what it wants

I’ve seen your ghost
And its rise among the stars
You looked down at me
From where the pieces fell
Into place
In my head
Forced to fit
And folded

Give this haunting what it wants
Give this haunting what it wants

Patchwork parlance
Erase it all
Mold еach moment
Until it’s unresolved
Feel thе breath
The screen blinks black
The light that’s left
So slow to dissolve
So many reflections
Composition damaged
No justifications
In the afterimage
One more apparition
Fleeting, fantasized
One more indiscretion
Stained in stolen wine

Liberate this spirit
Emancipate its will
Liberate this spirit

Give this haunting what it wants
Close your eyes and come undone
Give this haunting what it wants
Close your eyes and come undone