No Ghost

I can meet you by the road

Where the spraypaint meets the grass

And your thirty second thoughts

Melt into your time-lapse photographs

And the day seems to float again

In the wake of your open arms

The needle skips along the wax

And the sun is solid gold

I sick my canines to the fat

'Cause a heavy vessel floats

And the day seems to float again

In the wake of your open arms

Your body's beached along the bay

I lit a bonfire and drowned it in your name

I split your film into the light

Of the never ending day

And the cold collapsed my heart

So I buried it in the canyons of your claim