A Day For Ghosts
Martijn Westerholt
The livelong day there's a voice in my cry
Growing like fire, it brings scorn to my smile
Time lengthens the night, and shortens the day
The ghosts I host don't seem to go away
I've got my reasons
To burn the world
Reasons all my own
A stitch by, which, I'm attached
To, this, world of bone
A day for ghosts
Laws dissolve to reveal wonder
As they open up to pull me under
And I will put my terms to the test
To put the ghosts to rest