Ghosts

these songs are just shells of what they used to be
written with heart and played until they fall apart...

these songs are just shells of what they used to be
written with heart and played until they fall apart
I've lost every bolt that ever held you to me
and every srew that meant something to me

i'm falling apart with all the best intentions
all my words are disentigrating
cut to the bone with all your grave decisions
and the way your hips keep swinging

well every word I ever wrote down
is running off with all your tear drops and your loss of life
no I never wrote you a song
without your fall planned out ahead of time
so take this ink with you
put it in your skin and in your hair
and take this kink with you
out of the small of my back and all my cares

i'm falling apart with all the best intentions
all my words are disentigrating
cut to the bone with all your grave decisions
and the way your hips keep swinging

will you ever know i wrote all these letters for you?
under this starlight and the city streets?
i wrote all these letters for you
gave up sleepless nights and city streets
I'm writing all these letters for you
for the ghost of this machine
we built when you stayed up late with me

these songs are just shells of what they used to be
written for the ghosts, the ghosts of you and me