From the recording Ghosts
Lyrics
Thin sunshine dims my time
And the weeds grow high
Clouds in sky
Fading light
And the the weeds grow high
Alive and afraid
A dance with the dead
a life in vein
like wasted breath
As the weeds grow high
We lose time
Flying blind
Into a mountain side
We climbed so high...
Alive and afraid
A dance with the dead
a life insane
like wasted breath
As the weeds grow high
Good thing I have you
To remind me that I'm Strong
Good thing I have you
To find me when I'm lost
Good thing I have you
To remind me that I'm strong
Good thing I have you
To pick me up when I fall
When the weeds grow high
Alive and afraid
Dance with the dead
A life insane
like wasted breath
As the weeds grow high
We lose time