Wreckage from Wreckage EP by Sweet Ghosts

Surprise, surprise, so funny to find myself here again
On the kissing end of a hit and run
Staring at the wreckage that glitters in the late day sun

There are no words of justice
Fluttering from touching tongues
But you're looking at me with eyes that scream
"Boy, what have you done ?"

A square of silk for tears so soft they'd make the devil swoon
But you're asking for lullabyes well into overtime
And the pain is still too new
It's too soon to go dredging the desert
With your microscope and your fine toothed comb
You're digging up skeletons that have barely stopped bleeding and
Are probably best left alone

There are no words of justice
Fluttering from touching tongues
But you're looking at me with eyes that scream
"Boy, what have you done ?"
What have you done

• Alternative
• Americana
• Tucson
• americana rock alt-folk
• chamber folk
• folk
• Tucson