The devil came across my trail
For me to stare at your cold case
The falling leaves, the broken trees
Siren songs of guilt and bore
That sing stories of ghosts
And their pale hunger for more
For something more
For something more
The rainy mess of your shower breath
The readiness of your gravity tests
Your second best and your second guess
Your long term goals and your bedtime stories
That now are stories for ghosts
And their pale hunger for more
For something more
For something more