Furnace breath shakes the fringe
On that old throw
And the cobwebs on a dusty angel’s nose
My house is haunted now
By the things that used to be
By the breath of you and me
Seems like the veil is thinner these days
Pictures on the walls
Ghosts roaming the halls
Mold, memories, and rust
Words spoken in anger and lust
Blow the dust off that angel and wait
And maybe three wishes I can make
Or God will finally shake you awake
Seems like the veil is thinner these days
Need to burn this place down
But then what would we do, dear,
With the pieces of souls
That long to live here?
No, all I see are specks of blood
Live and life and work so hard
I can’t believe how willing you are
Lies and promises never kept
Duck tape, nails, and cigarettes
This is a risk you cannot assess
So many times you’ve dug in your heels
Stopped me in my tracks
Now you know how it feels
Seems like the veil is thinner these days
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