As they turn us into ghosts they invent in their heads
so that we too are loved just like they do their dead,
and our homes become orphanages for growing shadows
the truth of the falling night will in us rise as a living dread.
As they turn us into ghosts they invent in their heads
so that we too are loved just like they do their dead,
and our homes become orphanages for growing shadows
the truth of the falling night will in us rise as a living dread.
Very beautiful and enigmatic;
people reap what they sow,
and times are changing.