each sundown i spent at the graveyard
i was just as dead afterwards as you
i was buying time to calculate
that i am sorry for something too

led so far astray
through each cold biting night
like a foolish fire
a flickering light

down low tracks
to a place
that didn't even exist

her face looked at me
from all sides and corners
of the writing paper
gentle as a ghost's reminder
I heard a subtle whisper say
There are no more
beautiful and clever things

And like the night
when the sky fades
I am ripped into my own desolation
and stirred into the agony
And as i see your face in everything
It's the most beautiful and clever thing

I don't know where you go
I'm not allowed to ask
So I go to the dark corners of my mind
The same place that you were last
A place that you once ran from
Is where you're running to
as I fill in the time
like a martinet
always waiting for you

Sometimes I see your ghost
as I round each bend
As each state becomes worse
than the first that I was in