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Ghosts (If I'm Crying Wolf)
Come save me from beasts on the prowl
Skeletons and skin
Ghosts of love taken
Ghosts of love I still can’t shake and of love never felt
From a distance the hillside pastures seem so perfect and eloquent
Ripples of wind on the dancing grain
But, from the hillside pasture itself, right in the midst of the clay
Right amongst the dancing grain
The shoots of sustenance separate
As the ghosts lick their fangs
While surveying their prey
So, if I’m crying wolf
Don’t turn your ear just because you don’t believe me
Because, if I’m crying wolf
I’ve still not escaped your beautifully haunting soul
And, I’m still encountering your tenderly savage ghost
Just like a beast with its head between the wires
I couldn’t resist tasting the forbidden pastures
But, who was I to think I could get away with it
When I thought I could get away with so much more
Why was I so naïve
Why did I ever believe in myself so righteously
When I was actually the beast you were trying to tame
So, save yourself from beasts on the prowl
Seduction and sin
Ghosts of love I didn’t give
Ghosts of love I should have and of love you deserved
