Ghostsong - Daniel Knox

When I come back to life I’ll find you

Push my thumbs into your eyes and blind you

And when you hear your name called out across a crowded street

You’ll think of me and swear the ground was stolen from your feet

In the old apartment or the place beneath the stairs

Reaching for a groping palm or vacant stares

Call the cops or call one of your well meaning friends

Time will see them scatter off to fight what they defend

If you die tomorrow or a hundred years from now

There won’t be an article or a furrowed brow

Yours is like the spirit of the breeze that blows through town

No one remembers unless it knocks something down