Jack Conte - Lonely Ghost

And on this casket's back sits
A little lonely ghost
He misses his old lungs and
Wishes he had his throat
Those good old days

Daylight will wash away
It's going to fade, yeah, it will fade
And the darkness will take its place
It's going to come, yeah, it will come, yeah

So I am grateful for this
This consciousness oasis
That paints the darkest carpet
With a sudden streak of white
We burn so bright!

I will swallow it whole
I'm going to run, yeah, I will run
'Til my body breaks down
I'm filling up, yeah, fill me up

Fill me up

Don't look back
You'll turn to salt, so
Just march on
Let moments melt

I'm awake

Wake up
Wake up
I'm awake
I'm awake
And I'll never piss that away
Let's be loud, let's love, let's make some sound
Let's make some sound