Ghosts out of Focus - Beastmilk

Bronze my bones with black howls

Turn my body into dreams

Spectral spools of movie stills

Bronze my bones with black howls

Turn my body into dreams

Spectral spools of movie stills

Blank shadows in the seats

As my mind spills like milk

Dips across the screen

Reach down into the black

Kiss death’s soft underbelly

Where we met…

We’re two ghost out of focus

A smear on the projector

We’re two ghosts out of focus

What the lens couldn’t capture

Our secrets in celluloid

Our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts

Where a hundred haunts hawk

We found our pleasures

Drawn in underwater chalk

Like silent traces

A crevice full of crack-ups

Home to captured vapours

Slip down the scriptless pages

Where we met…