I watched two woodpeckers chase you 'Round and 'round an old pine tree Dust covered lungs and dry skin Meet the calling of a moon colored sink Always awake One foot out the door The ghosts are out once more Bright colored prisms are beaming On the wood floor your grandfather made What was the year he replaced them? The squeaky floors They answer unashamed Always up late 20 hours home It's a better ride alone ♪ I lay beneath haunted ceilings And I don't know how but I'm lacking certainty What lives within Has been burning Like the burning of some holy inquiry Moon blue Old ways Woods too wet to burn I'll let summer have it's turn It's August now