You were my rock, you were my anchor
No longer shielding me from the blisters, the sores, and cankers
All those nights of tossing and turning
Past embers brightly burning
Now I'm left with this travesty of
Third degree burns and charred memories
Places are like ghosts
They can haunt us all
What are you trying to conjure from me?
The ghost's of christmas past
The one's who never last
Another foreclosed hideaway
You woulda coulda been
The greatest story that I ever told
Do you hear the sounds of my restless bones? They are growing old
I'm so sick of transitional seasons
If we could only try change for treason
I always take the worst of the beatings
Because I'm the first arriving and the last one leaving
Places are like ghosts
They can haunt us all
What are you trying to conjure from me?
The ghost's of christmas past
The one's who never last
Another foreclosed hideaway
You were my hideaway
Wreckage from the past united
Our safe havens bulldozed and divided
I always take the worst of the beatings
I always take the worst of the beatings
I always take the worst of the beatings
I'm the first arriving and the last one leaving
Places are like ghosts
They can haunt us all
What are you trying to conjure from me?
The ghost's of christmas past
The one's who never last
Another foreclosed hideaway
Another foreclosed hideaway
Another foreclosed hideaway
You were my hideaway