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 Speak with the dead Here I wait Until I fall asleep Speak with you again Some nights held the faith in rituals If the left hand paths across your road Pray with grimoires and swinging verticals Our essence dissipates all the same 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 wait Until I fall asleep To speak with the dead Oh, here I wait Until I've fallen asleep To speak with you again Oh, to speak with you again Wherever I go There you are Wherever I go There you are Oh-oh There you are