Ghost Stories
Mark Lanegan & Duke Garwood
Senseless dreams
Pale moments of regret
Did someone scream?
I haven't heard it yet
Up to the window on the corner
Before the darkness takes you over
Like a fog upon the sea
You can tell the ghost is me
My coat is made of many scars
My cage is made of iron bars
My coat is made of scars
My cage of iron bars
Endless fields
Strange mornings of intent
The dealer deals
To the spine that's bent
The night's electric radiation
And the ghostly levitation
Make this one thing clear
I'm never really here