Ghosts from Fugitives by Joustene Lorenz

Ghosts

And they came in their tall ships from across the sea,
Singing songs of peace in their artillery.
And the white ghosts descended from the clouds and sky,
The stone men are burning in the sand and fire.

Oh-oh: history,
Tales of menace and misery.
Oh-oh: history,
Passages of time creating you and me.

And I stare at the places that we once shared,
Agonizing lovers in our pleasure and dread.
And I try to remember all the things we said,
Two lonely pilgrims in the Valley of Death.

Oh-oh: history,
Tales of menace and misery,
Oh-oh: history,
Things that you don’t understand, you will imagine in me.

Shapeless forms in the middle of the night,
Never could make up your mind.
Ghosts that linger in the shadows of your life,
Never want to look behind.

Do you know me?
Do you know me?

Oh-oh: history,
Tales of menace and misery,
Oh-oh: history,
Never can be certain of what it means.

Shapeless forms in the middle of the night,
Never could make up your mind.
Ghosts that wander in the chambers of your life,
Never want to look behind.

Do you know me?
Shapeless forms in the middle of the night,
Shapeless lovers in the middle of the night,
Shapeless soldiers in the middle of the night,
Shapeless forms in the middle of the night.

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