Conversations with Ghosts

You needn't be a chamber To house all the echoes and voices of those that have left you Are you talking to me or somebody that you once knew Passing through? Do we talk anymore or do our voices Dance around themselves in circles till we can't hear a damn thing? We're still as stone but our shadows are dancing Upon the wall Oh, if ever get tired Of your conversations with ghosts And all those that you let too close I'll be waiting And I'll go swimming in the caves In the sparkle in your eyes They're just the tears you don't let yourself cry Trying so hard to say goodbye Precious little mercies As I stumble between the pillars of this worn-out hacienda In the moonlight Sometimes it takes a storm to appreciate the still night Don't let the darkness in And your voice just raging But how can I protect you from what happened to you then What's already been? I can't give you the words that really should have come from him Babe, I'm showing you my hand Oh, if ever get tired Of your conversations with ghosts And all those that you let too close I'll be waiting And I'll go swimming in the caves In the sparkle in your eyes They're just the tears you don't let yourself cry Trying so hard to say goodbye