Ghost Life - Bowerbirds

At the margins of the land, I get to know your skin

Where the sand dunes slope into a wild ocean

Where a great plain heaps into a jagged mountain

Oh, I feel your heart swell with the ghost life here, so magnificent

And yet some days we are stoned, cold and stuck

Whether in time or place or head or heart

But dear, we’ll never feel the years with the wind at our backs

And we can live our days in a ghost life here, so magnificent

And yet some days we are stones cold and stuck

Whether in time or place or head or heart

But dear, we’ll never feel the years with the wind at our backs

And we can live our days in a ghost life here, so magnificent

Oh, blood, ocean blood

Salty blood

Flows like torrents through our hearts

And knows just what it wants

Love, shapeless love

Wild, tireless love

Fast in the free ether

Ghostly white and seething hot

Sky, ocean sigh

Dark mirror shine

Swift to the backs of our eyes

Deep, wanting eyes