Thatch Snow

Like a stumbling ghost
Visiting my soul
Better get going
Like the wind on my back
A friend in my bed
When I come home
Time won't change that the truth
Still hasn't been told
Been bought and been sold
Doubt won't talk away my hope
My hope for some joy
To spread from this boy

The window's open
The light is soaking
I see it coming
Over the ocean
The window's open
The light is soaking
I see it coming
Over the ocean

The window's open
The light is soaking
I see it coming
Over the ocean