Blessed By Your Own Ghost

Lyrics

He sits among the rest, buried in his seat The clatter of the crowd is drowning out his speech He turns to look at us, a mirror burned in deep He wonders who you are, you wonder what he means We are the matched and numbered ones We have been placed in all their codes You may be blessed by your own You may be blessed by your own ghost She makes the driver blush with pains of tongues and knees She opens up the car leaving air to breathe The moments all messed up with lanes that bleed in sheets That cover up our tracks and lead us to her keep We are the matched and numbered ones Who live in this constant disrepair You may be blessed by your own You may be blessed by your own ghost We are the matched and numbered ones Who live in this constant disrepair You may be blessed by your own You may be blessed by your own ghost Here I'm stressing over fallen angels with cause to cover Here I'm stressing over numbers we're in a constant disrepair Here I'm stressing over fallen angels with cause to cover We are the matched and numbered ones Who live in this constant disrepair You may be blessed by your own You may be blessed by your own ghost