Speak With the Dead

Last night the smoke from the bonfire followed me
It is a radio to the gates
I'd rather hear your old voice follow me
But there is nothing to do but wait

So here I wait
Here I wait
Until I fall asleep
Speak with the dead
Here I wait
Until I fall asleep
Speak with you again

Some nights held the faith in rituals
If the left hand paths across your road
Pray with grimoires and swinging verticals
Our essence dissipates all the same
In my dreams I'm on a porch with you
I promise you I've been doing well in your name
And I won't try to speak with you again
Until I watch my last breath dissipate

But when I wake
There I wait
Until I fall asleep
To speak with the dead
Oh, here I wait
Until I've fallen asleep
To speak with you again
Oh, to speak with you again

Wherever I go
There you are
Wherever I go
There you are
Oh-oh
There you are