I am bone and I am silence I am a tongue without a word I am dust and I am violence I am never heard For I am the ghost of should have been I am the ghost of almost near I am the ghost of never know I am never seen Take my face in place of yours And through your eyes I shine Kiss your child goodnight and say These lips arent really mine Oh these lips arent really mine I am bone and I am silence I am a tongue without a word I am dust and I am violence I am never heard For I am the ghost of should have been I am the ghost of almost near I am the ghost of never know I am never seen Take my face in place of yours And through your eyes I shine Kiss your child goodnight and say These lips arent really mine Oh these lips arent really mine And should I die Bring my shadow to me Roll it up and swallow it Withdraw my touch from all your hands Recede and remain A memory of absence Through which a null wind unfurls To disorder your world And I shall breath in all my words My fingers return to bone and curl
ghost, arent, lip, really, mine