Campaign down from Atlanta, five-hour drive to the coast Brought whatever we thought we'd need to pierce the skin of a ghost Left your car at the hotel, rode up seventeen floors And checked ourselves into separate rooms with communicating doors Lay on top of the covers turn the fan up to full Chase a memory around my head; silver, satin, and wool Close the bar at the harbor say goodnight in the hall Smash the lock with a midnight knock and the rest i don't recall Stones rise out of the water, water eats at the stones I know people who dig up graves just to label the bones All that poison we swallowed seeping out through the pores And floating over the transoms of communicating doors