Outer Scorpion Squadron

If you want to conjure up a ghost Cultivate a space for the things that hurt you most Rake the sands until they surface Blind their tiny eyes Stake out your position, let your armour fall Stay put til they find you, it won't take long at all Rake the sands until they surface Up they come, gone translucent They're coming up no matter what Fools rush in and the doors slam shut Ghosts of my childhood stay with me, if you will Find a place where there's water, hold you under til you're still Rake the sands until they surface Don't let anybody call them ugly --- Outer Scorpion Squadron - The Mountain Goats