hauntings

The Red Mill taught me to believe in ghosts When a little girl fell in with the grain Drunken songs hang from the willows Arsenic bubbles down the drain New Jersey is quiet in the summer day Breezes calm collecting your story When the sun falls beneath the ocean Ballads of love, loss, grief, and glory sing I think that you would like me I was once like you No one's getting out alive So let's share a tale or two Haunted houses prove running won't get you far Doors to nowhere still lead to broken legs Organs can't be silenced when you're all alone The luck of numbers won't matter when you're dead Every house I've lived in is someone else's My father's wife, my mother's son What we'd lose to do it all again What we'd give to never change at all He tells me you would like me I sure hope he's right I see you in solemn silences I hope that's alright Twenty years goes by much slower when you're seventeen Was I made for them, or for the grief you left in me? I share a name with a memorial Her memory all over our town Knitted caps and the guilt of forgetting How she laughed being chased on the playground I share a name with someone I don't know But her religion recognizes me She's the reason our dog is in our family She is only so much by my genes Am I cursed if you're my namesake? What makes my calling different? Oh, if this sickness runs through my veins Can I still be reverent? Oh, oh, oh Telling stories by a fire surrounded on a coast by you Was I made to retell your past? Does that make me a ghost, too?