The Lawrence Arms - Ghost Stories lyrics

Raindrops fell without rage, eyes half closed Skin like dark gray metal, inanimate and cold Another flame to my face The smell of sulfur lingering away You're here for the perforation of the heart Precise incisions, anesthetic dreams It's broken like a ticking watch, needs repair Shattered gla**, exposed face, waiting to be wound Wounded like a friend of mine who eased his pain by k**ing time Not letting it k** him When you wake up, you won't remember anything But that night the ghosts wailed in the wind storm Cries sharp like a crescent moon A sickle grazed against the skin My breath fogged up the window So I let the night breathe in I let the ghosts into my room And listened to their screams Incessant whisperings Singing, singing Like music to my ears, like music to my ears Like music to my ears A flash of life like lightning Electric blinding blue Reminding me of you