Laurentian Ghosts

Ever-flowing white ghosts form on my fingertips Balanced in peace, dancing in light My grip blooms and blossoms forever more Incubated, in silence we find tranquility Distilled into memories, we shut off, retired among the infinite We aim for balance standing on cannonballs, outside the battlefields We aim for balance standing on cannonballs We slam on clay and dig deep, and labyrinth trenches around craters we call home Such an amazing defeat Rage, I will put this all back inside of me Ghosts of my past lift me up, carry me through blinding night Rage, find me beneath the iron mines, below ten thousand lakes, find me beyond the pines Now face your back to the storm, forget the shelters you would seek before Let your feet hit the ground, don't look back to where the siren sounds We aim for balance standing on cannonballs, outside the battlefield We aim for balance standing on cannonballs We slam on clay and dig deep, and labyrinth trenches around craters we call home Such an amazing defeat, we misplace dreams and study braille throughout the dark And there's hope for a better future, and there's hope for a better life Rage, I will put this all back inside of me Ghosts of my past lift me up, carry me through blinding night Rage, join me beneath the iron mines, below ten thousand lakes, join me beyond the pines