Ghost

Darling come home with your sweets and your stares

The pressure of days keeps us open and bare

Mellow me in the mornings with the blankets weighing down

Curled up together, our ghosts hanging out

One day we’ll fold into faces we don’t know

Carrying our smiles for show

Darling I’m on, on

On my own

Darling I’m on, on

On my own

Our trails came in pieces of time blown away

Covered by wind you don’t hear what I say

In front of you when the power’s out

I don’t need light to see you I found out

One day we’ll fold into stories and paper cranes

Easing our edges and planes

Darling I’m on, on

On my own

Darling I’m on, on

On my own

Darling I’m on, on

On my own

Darling I’m on, on

On my own