A Dot Running for the Dust

We laugh at ourselves
We laugh at the reasons
Can't pass this, so real
That death needs acceptance

And the ghosts will probably try
And the ghosts will probably try
Yeah, the ghosts will probably try

We run from these places
We run from ourselves
We run towards acceptance
In (?)

But the ghosts will probably try
But the ghosts will probably try
Yeah, the ghosts will probably try

Once we laughed til one
(?) of the planets and Sun
The ocean will do as it wants

And the ghosts will probably try
And the ghosts will probably try