Tuesday, September 27, 2005

this perfect day
we make our way to the end of it
with perfect grace
i lay my head in your lap and walk away
these days are sweet and strange
we're happy in our star scattered way
always

in this my life
in this my life as a ghost
in this my life
my happy life as a ghost

I've been lifting out the stains from these stones
planting flowers where you'll never find my bones
seven sisters seven stars shooting home
shouts and whispers of a better fight in better times

a day for the sweet and strange
and happy in some star shattered way
our way

in this my life
in this my life as a ghost
in this my life
my happy life as a ghost

this perfect day
i lay my sheild at your feet and walk away