it's the kind of peaceful that lasts an afternoon
we've got storms rolling in by five
what can I tell you?
you try like you've got a watertight reason, sleeping secure as adventures drain from you

and why did you inform me
that the flying I did when I was a kid was with wires at my waist
and not with wings or antigravity
expected to develop additional powers by the time that I was twenty-three

and I do not fear you, you're just a spook in the woods
and I don't go there anymore, not much to see there, no no no
and I do not fear you, you're just a spook in the end
it's hard to tell that you are fading, hard to tell that you are fading

it's the kind of road that spites the outward bound
puts their minds on what they've left
what can I tell you?
you read like a book with every third page torn out and left on a shelf

icicles sliver the remaining sky
viewed through frost laced window panes
maintaining vacancy
the outward signs of contained life are slowly dripping away

and I do not fear you, you're just a spook in the wings
and the lights are washing you out
and I do not fear you, you're just a spook in the end
hard to tell that you are fading, hard to tell that you are fading
and I do not fear you, you're just a spook telling me
that I can't have my dreams turn out the way I want them to be
and I do not fear you, you're just a spook in the end
hard to tell that you are fading, hard to tell that you are fading

you're fading away


sPook

BacK


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