We aim for balance standing on cannonballs We slam on clay and dig deep, and labyrinth trenches around craters we call home Rage, I will put this all back inside of me Ghosts of my past lift me up, carry me through blinding night Ever-flowing white

But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter One, two, three; one, two, three... Well, I left my home on hollow bones

There ain't no last call, I'm havin' a ball with Hank, Haggard and Jones No, I ain't alone, I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin' And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some jack

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most

I let you down, I let you down I made waves, and I'm ashamed This all for you I let you down, I messed around 'Cause I'm a fool I made waves, my mistakes, yeah The cold in my bones I feel it in any weather Ghosts in my home

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most