As a spell (?) settle in the dirty morning dew Under the dark, darkest Sun, a booming burning hum Turn it in one degree Turn it in one degree parallel right till the end Why should I have to let go? Your ghost's my permanent show Why will this season not end? Your ghost's my very best friend Though our fading, fading footprints long to mingle and intwine There is no way, oh, no way I'll lose my inner line Why should I have to let go? Your ghost's my permanent show Why will this season not end? Your ghost's my very best friend