Ghost Stories

Senseless dreams Pale moments of regret Did someone scream? I haven't heard it yet Up to the window on the corner Before the darkness takes you over Like a fog upon the sea You can tell the ghost is me My coat is made of many scars My cage is made of iron bars My coat is made of scars My cage of iron bars Endless fields Strange mornings of intent The dealer deals To the spine that's bent The night's electric radiation And the ghostly levitation Make this one thing clear I'm never really here