Analog Ghost

There's light upon your face Solemn hands of the fire Old letters in your hand But you see them just as liars Addressed to ash and flame Paper faces never change But you'll know them all the same Because behind your closed eyes they'll never change Fire and flame fly In your gray covered night sky And those ghost you made Well they'll follow you in shame Now your 18 miles from Moore The rain falls off your shoulder like your fist fall on the floor And is it something about the way the snow melts in your mouth From all the blood in your lips don't you turn around now But it's those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Oh those ghosts Those ghosts Those Analog ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts But now you've wondered too far You know these late nights will leave you with scars But it's those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts Those ghosts