Ghosts and Breath

Lyrics

Before the sixteen eyes There's no decision made, yeah They hold the sands of time Until the fare is paid, yeah Still he travels on Until there's nothing left To hold on to But ghosts and breath Ghosts and breath Awake a thousand nights A circle made of stone He holds the gift of sight And yet he's forced to roam, yeah Still he travels on Until there's nothing left To hold on to But ghosts and breath Ghosts and breath Still he travels on Until there's nothing left To hold on to But ghosts and breath Still he travels on Until there's nothing left To hold on to But ghosts and breath Ghosts and breath Ghosts and breath