Speak to Ghosts

In the woods light shy away Grow in a moss green living loss Inside the way grief play Turns out it's much easier to speak to ghosts of the dead than the living It comes from carrying belief for all these days Belief that the living are the ones that are listening It breaks your heart in a new way every day And though I may understand slow are steps that press course in the sand The heart's a box not a landscape And I know this now It's why we plead our whole lives for the key And when the trees bend to shape the sea They hold on to you and me In what do we trust If we're the ones that made it If those who loved us most never return In who do we trust If we're the ones that make it If those who love us most never return There is a sound caught between us, one that lived in the ocean too There is a way to attune to blue if only we need it not say anything It leads us into togetherness It tells us and keeps on telling it There is a sound caught between us, one that lived in the ocean too