From the recording Ghosts

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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