Before the night was an open book
The pages all white, as white can be
But then someone starts filling them in
The ink is black, the words are green
Secrets are soon to be discovered and hidden things will always be found
Forbidden words are slowly moving in, just like words they make no sound
It's there, it's like God
The ghostship is sailing out tonight
Filled with the dreams that you didn't want
But when it sinks, they wash up on the shore
Crawl the path back to your door
Secrets are soon to be discovered and hidden things will always be found
Forbidden words are slowly moving in, just like words they make no sound
It's there, it's like God tonight
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