For the first time walk away through a starless sky
Leaving things in disarray in a river run dry
Signals cut in desert through the canyons
Emerald green and shades of grey
A fitting place to lie

What if I wake up with the ghosts in my bed?
What if I wake up and find you there in my stead?

To carry on but hesitate
Smoke as black as night
For the next time walk away to mountains out of sight
The sun is low and growing late
Will I lose this fight?
A sacred heart of macrame, with X's for my eyes

What if I wake up with the ghosts in my bed?
What if I wake up and find you there in my stead

And can the next time replicate a love that fears its life?
And if the terror hesitates, will the terror die?
For the last time walk away through away
Looking forward to what awaits, a fitting place to die

What if I wake up with the ghosts in my bed?
What if I wake up and find you there in my stead?
In my head