Greenwood

There’s something funny about

The way the flames flicker out

On the gates to Greenwood

And their gleam’s responsibility to the founders buried

If I could lay down

I’d let my cells accept the ground’s

And let it guide me

As I’d walk the Earth in knots to find you resting

There’s something funny about

The way the lights flicker out

Beyond the gates to Greenwood

And their gleam’s responsibility from the founders buried

I watch lives go by

A dash in stone to summarize

I watch lives go by

A dash in stone to summarize

But it’s something

It’s something

I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here

I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here

I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here

I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here

I watch lives go by

(I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here)

A dash in stone to summarize

(I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here)

I watch lives go by

(I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here)

A dash in stone to summarize

(I’ll keep trying to find your ghost)