Ghosts Lyrics

your heavy weathered halo
has all and all withdrawn
the days in which i shook your skin are gone
i read you wrong
i sever and you cradle
and call our failures art
we practice prayers to dreams that never start
they gently go dark
i whisper in the morning to your mirror with faux hoorays
the darkest of the things i do not say
the darling days of morning in your mirror i celebrate
the hollowheaded ghosts of yesterday
your memory runs shadows
and all hope must resign
the boundlessness of beauty circumscribed
no smile survived
your heavy weathered halo
has lines i couldn't trace
i'm lost in all the words i cannot place
lost in your grace