All the reals and all the ghosts
The loudest singing
Won the most,
Pictures hanging in the air
Still cover up each
Jagged tear.
You scream and cry
And watch it die,
And feel the sand
Drain through your hands,
And pray that there
Is one more day,
Just one more chance
To turn your dance,
You ask me why
The crows still fly,
As if their black
Was some way back,
To everything
We used to sing,
With eyes of hope
Before the joke,
All the reals and all the ghosts
The loudest singing
Won the most,
Pictures hanging in the air
Still cover up each
Jagged tear.