Ghosts Lyrics

Somewhere past the dial tone hum

Through static prayers on payphone tongues

A voice like a ghost still sings

Soft-lit sermons near the vending machines

Found you where the circuits fray

Burnt CDs in a backyard blaze

We built a kingdom out of borrowed days

But time don't barter time just takes

So paint the walls in silver screen

Trace the names on old receipts

Echoes linger in the street

But no one's left to keep the beat

We were sunday service tape-deck hymns

Burnt our saints and secret sins

Hallelujahs lost in summer winds

Play it back but it won't play again

Crash the night to avoid the rain

Fingertips on windowpanes

Left the truth on answering machines

But no one ever pressed to hear it ring

Wore the world like counterfeit gold

Danced on rooftops half-woke souls

A decade deep with nothing to show

And now the credits start to roll

So paint the walls in silver screen

Trace the names on old receipts

Echoes linger in the street

But no one's left to keep the beat

We were sunday service tape-deck hymns

Burnt our saints and secret sins

Hallelujahs lost in summer winds

Play it back but it won't play again

And if you find me in the white noise

Some late-night rerun frozen frame

Know I never meant to leave love

I just got lost inside the grain

We were sunday service tape-deck hymns

Burnt our saints and secret sins

Hallelujahs lost in summer winds

Play it back but it won't play again

Silent speaker static choir

We were echoes on a fading wire

Rewind once rewind twice

But ghosts don't make it past the night