Shuvels
Bridie Monds Watson / Thomas McLaughlin
I've got a ghost
And she's haunting me
Shows up out of nowhere
With no warning
She sits at the next table
All her words have left
My mouth running dry as well
Heaven's collapsing
Buried in the snow
Friends came with shovels
But you told them to go
Corners of rooms and salty palms
I tried to call but I couldn't get through
An I still can't get through
Time has proved that we've
Outgrown our old selves
I'm in the cracks of the pavement
You've taken all I've left
If you're not around now
Where do I go instead?