Ghost Writer

i heard the footsteps in the hall
i heard them on the stairs
coming after me
behind the door

i looked out the window, far
clouds became the shadows
coming after me
behind the door

what did you want to say
what did you think inside
what is the body left all alone
ghost writer

i listened to music in the box
i wondered if it escaped alive
coming after me
behind the door

i made it through winter, alive
i sat next to death once more
coming after me
behind the door

what did you want to say
what did you think inside
what is the body left all alone
ghost writer

a pageant of colors in filtered tones
whispering the promises of light
coming after me
behind the door

i thought of the players, in me
lined up waiting for eternity
coming after me
behind the door
once more

what did you want to say
what did you think inside
what is the body left all alone
ghost writer

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