First Thursday - 1906 (Ghosts)

There's rings on the wood
Where the glasses stood
There's prints on the pane
Where love remains
And the bag in the wind
Drops on the floor
A little bit of blood
From the demons at the door

And the ghosts all sing
Hiding under the bed
Come and let fall
Your heavy head

Go ahead and laugh man
Yeah, it's okay
Go ahead and cry friend
Yeah, we're okay

And we'll stumble out
Barefoot runnin' in the pouring rain
We can't live without
All the love and all of the pain

With the wind in our hair
And our hands in the air
The ghosts all sing
And we're all listening

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First Thursday

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