Caregiver - Memoryhouse

There's a ghost in my living room

In silent sets moving through

The attic in chemicals

Dissolve in two

There's a flaw in my chemistry

The chills swells and follows me

In choirs of cold machines

And they're smoking skin

These bones reside within

The cracks full of medicine

The distant hums that bloom as we run

No way to displace

In broken light

The cold gray night

A curse to the night

Living by the ghost line

Living by the ghost line

Living by the ghost line

Living by the ghost line

Living by the ghost line

Living by the ghost line

Living by the ghost line

Living by the ghost line