Analog Ghost

There's light upon your face
Solemn hands of the fire
Old letters in your hand
But you see them just as liars

Addressed to ash and flame
Paper faces never change
But you'll know them all the same
Because behind your closed eyes they'll never change

Fire and flame fly
In your gray covered night sky
And those ghost you made
Well they'll follow you in shame

Now your 18 miles from Moore
The rain falls off your shoulder like your fist fall on the floor
And is it something about the way the snow melts in your mouth
From all the blood in your lips don't you turn around now

But it's those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Oh those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those Analog ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

But now you've wondered too far
You know these late nights will leave you with scars

But it's those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts

Those ghosts
Those ghosts
Those ghosts