The Ghosts You Draw on My Back

múm

The wind plays flute 
Through the cellar door 
And on my window sill 
Plays a sad old song 
I hope tonight 
You wil touch my hair 
And draw ghosts on my back 

Walk the shore 
To impassable 
Shout at screaming waves 
Shout at silent rocks 
I think tonight 
I'll dream of salty tounges 
So tears drips down by leg