Hiding Ghosts
Damien Jurado
Fourth street, and November
Take off your shoes when you come in
I'll do my best to remember
"Falling fences" is the password
That let's me in to your room
Where you hide your ghost
Matchbooks, the hidden car keys
Take off your shoes when you come in
I make excuses for the bad talk
No word is ugly when you speak
In your room where the light is on
We hide our ghost
In your room where the light is on
We hide our ghost