Lyrics

The sky lends a sun kiss
To a woman painted blue.
She gave her rainbowed music
To a man she never knew.
But weddings fade with hearts ablaze
In bright sorrows.
Be mad with love or a fool with none,
Ghosts of morrow.

Rivers mourn their cities
Winding through their wounds.
Whispers write the histories
Worn into our shoes.
But money schemes to clip our wings,
Beg or borrow.
Be mad with love or a fool with none,
Ghosts of morrow.

Virtue and sin they zealous hinge
On a fist or finger’s providence.
Darkly we see, on crooked wings we fly.
But there are no treasures buried between the lines.

Tall tales conspire
To stir these rigid bones.
Old songs charm new life
Out of wild seeds we’ve sewn.
Pearl-clutchin’ dreams can’t fathom deeps
Or brave shallows.
Be mad with love or a fool with none,
Ghosts of morrow.
Be mad with love or a fool with none,
Ghosts of morrow.