With the Ink of a Ghost

I know as I see

Touching through the mist

All hypocrites they're racing deadlines on the list

Eager to imply

There were footprints in the rain

Meeting all tonight

Telling they're doing great

Telling they're doing great

Scatter [?]

And this brings into the air

Old [?] in the trees

Praying to stay clear

Some might be afraid of them elegantly

In the past

She runs from the deepest valley passed the sun

Opening p the wall

Time spending contemplating

And they're missing dawn

They're burning up the gates

But once afraid to lose more

Got the rain in the moment black

Come to life

He came from the dark to realize

When it lasts

She runs from the deepest valley passed the sun

Opening up the wall

Witness to the changing times

It makes sense to all at last

Shape the currents and it has been living in

All this time witness to the changing time

I don't last a week

Moving out the tree

Molding once to be

Serene with the tile