If you really want to conjur up a ghost Cultivate a space for things that hurt you most Rake the sands until they surface Bind their tiny eyes Stake out your position let your armor fall Stay put till they find you it won't take long at all Rake the sands until they surface Up they come gone translucent They're coming up no matter what Fools rush in and the doors slam shut Ghosts of my childhood stay with me, if you will Find a place where there's water hold you under till you're still Rake the sands until they surface Don't let anybody call them ugly