José González - With the Ink of a Ghost lyrics
[José González - With the Ink of a Ghost lyrics]
Idle as it seemed trudging through the mist
Following the creeks
Erasing dim lines on the list
Eager to arrive
Leaving footprints in the clay
Reading rocks and vines
Telling indigo from grey
Telling indigo from grey
Scattered rays of light
On dust grains in the air
All berries in the tree earn a steady flare
Among the mirrors of the scene
Some appear frail and incomplete
In a vast field of bales she runs
From the deepest valley past the sun
Opening up the vault
To find spinning tops in play
Embedded nested yarn
Diverting from the gates
But once the faint elusive moans
Evaporate in the morning light
All deserted yearnings come to life
Surface from the dark to realize
How in a vast field she runs
From the deepest valley past the sun
All this time witness to the changing tides
All the while finding ways how to make sense
Of all the lights to shake the winds
To shake the currents and the
Rigid hives we're living in all this time
Witness to the changing tides
Idle as a wave moving out at sea
Cruising without sound molding what's to be
Serene between the trails
Serene with the time and ink of a ghost
Following the creeks
Erasing dim lines on the list
Eager to arrive
Leaving footprints in the clay
Reading rocks and vines
Telling indigo from grey
Telling indigo from grey
Scattered rays of light
On dust grains in the air
All berries in the tree earn a steady flare
Among the mirrors of the scene
Some appear frail and incomplete
In a vast field of bales she runs
From the deepest valley past the sun
Opening up the vault
To find spinning tops in play
Embedded nested yarn
Diverting from the gates
But once the faint elusive moans
Evaporate in the morning light
All deserted yearnings come to life
Surface from the dark to realize
How in a vast field she runs
From the deepest valley past the sun
All this time witness to the changing tides
All the while finding ways how to make sense
Of all the lights to shake the winds
To shake the currents and the
Rigid hives we're living in all this time
Witness to the changing tides
Idle as a wave moving out at sea
Cruising without sound molding what's to be
Serene between the trails
Serene with the time and ink of a ghost