ghosts on water give to a gentle touch
look back in silence I can never get enough
city as a memory and a squeak in the shoe
all the semaphore echoes that get poured through a suit
oh oh remember ghosts on water
and I can see another time another place
some setting sun and I can't wait forever
walking with someone inside my own
twins in the strata travel by phone
and the fog is a vehicle fused in the bone
ghosts on water drift in on a summer light
they can pass like sand through a hand
as they leave the world behind
oh oh remember ghosts on water |