They are not nice they are just ghosts. They look like people they lust like killers. And then you take one into your eyes and it begins to fly again. And not just the leaking killer's stare. A movie that can't drop low numbers, one that in fact loves to scares everyone away. You watch him from the ink, he lurks away in one single stone. He looks like a human with no past and you couldn't be more wrong with your thoughts. Flee this place. Flee this life.
It goes on and on. He thinks himself the only one to replay it over and over. And one day you go to a place, where you don't have to sing. But yet every little detail that happened can't make her dream come true. There's nothing she can do now.
She will not think nor cry. She'll dance her way out and make angel eyes. If he ever hurts her she'll doe-eye her way out of there. When she makes love it won't be herself, in fact she's nothing but a tool, children don't watch it anymore. More adults rack up the reviews.
They are not nice they are just ghosts. Defining noise. They kill outsiders from the inside they die like noise. Someone to help her. They keep their eyes and then it starts.
Someone who doesn't kill.
With all she's been through nothing can blow that dream way. All that she has been through and seen, some place she doesn't have to survive. Life is easy just like that in there. She keeps her heart down below and not up her head. They want someone who knows her dream can't come true. They were wrong because she sure can know when she needs to long and have a dream to belong to.
Her children laugh all day! He gives her dollar bills from the bank. And now it's forgotten. But the past keeps the fear at bay. No one should come at night and steal her from his arms. She has a dream she won't forget, and she'll die again and it will be the thing on her mind.