Have you met your ghost?
He says things that you won't
And the stones that he throws
Are the grudges he holds
It's the lingering doubt
In the gathering crowd
It's his stones that we love (loathe?)
And the devils cast out
Fire and flames they are possessed
Lay the spirits down to rest
The spirits are ventriloquists
They say the thing that must be said
Did you strangle your ghost
When she broke in your home?
And no time spent awake
Is just time spent alone
Fire and flames they are possessed
Lay the spirits down to rest
The spirits are ventriloquists
They say the thing that must be said
