Speak With the Dead

Last night the smoke from the bonfire followed me

It is a radio to the gates

I'd rather hear your old voice follow me

But there is nothing to do but wait

So here I wait

Here I wait

Until I fall asleep

To speak with the dead

Here I wait

Until I fall asleep

To speak with you again

Some nights I hold old faith in the rituals

If the left hand path should cross your road

Pray with grimoires and swinging thuribles

Their incense dissipates all the same

And in my dreams I'm on a porch with you

I promise you I've been doing well in your name

And I won't try to speak with you again

Until I watch my last breath dissipate

But when I wake

There I'll wait

Until I fall asleep

To speak with the dead

Here I wait

Until I fall asleep

To speak with you again

To speak with you again

Wherever I go

There you are

Wherever I go

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