Woorden: Stephanie Dosen. A Lily For The Spectre.

I'm waiting,
I haven't seen the ghost
And am I really here at all?
I'm silent, I'm the moon
One eye open,
I'm waiting, waiting.

I swallowed a knife
I hold it in.
And every single time I breathe,
I cut a bit of me.
And it leaves my heart open.

I feel you
My spectre yet unseen
Did you get the lilies I sent?
Did the violin that played
Make it's way through the gauzy curtain?

Come find the place where the curtain is thin.
Wink at the watchman,
And he'll let you in

(Thanks to Barney for these lyrics)