Testo Greenwood

There's something funny about
The way the flames flicker out
On the gates to Greenwood
And their gleams responsibility to the founders buried

If I could lay down
I'd let my cells accept the ground
And let it guide me As I'd walked the Earth in knots to find you resting

There's something funny about
The way the lights flicker out
Beyond the gates to Greenwood
And their gleams responsibility for the founders buried

I watch lives go by
A dash in the stone to summarize
I watch lives go by
A dash in the stone to summarize

But it's something
It's something
I'll keep trying to find your ghost
I'll keep trying to find your ghost
I'll keep trying to find your ghost
I'll keep trying to find your ghost

I watch lives go by
(I'll keep trying to find your ghost)
A dash in the stone to summarize
(I'll keep trying to find your ghost)
I watch lives go by
(I'll keep trying to find your ghost)
A dash in the stone to summarize
(I'll keep trying to find your ghost)