Lyrics by Andrew Nicol
I am bone and I am silence
I am a tongue without a word
I am dust and I am violence
I am never heard
For I am the ghost of should have been
I am the ghost of almost near
I am the ghost of never know
I am never seen
Take my face in place of yours
And through your eyes I shine
Kiss your child goodnight and say
These lips aren't really mine
Oh these lips aren't really mine
I am bone and I am silence
I am a tongue without a word
I am dust and I am violence
I am never heard
For I am the ghost of should have been
I am the ghost of almost near
I am the ghost of never know
I am never seen
Take my face in place of yours
And through your eyes I shine
Kiss your child goodnight and say
These lips aren't really mine
Oh these lips aren't really mine
And should I die
Bring my shadow to me
Roll it up and swallow it
Withdraw my touch from all your hands
Recede and remain
A memory of absence
Through which a null wind unfurls
To disorder your world
And I shall breath in all my words
My fingers return to bone and curl
| 1 | Smother the Crones |
| 2 | Glimlight Tourist |
| 3 | Harmonies in Cloud |
| 4 | Trace of God |
| 5 | Smother The Grones |
| 6 | Jesus Fever |
| 7 | A Sutra Of Wounds |
| 8 | Numb, An Author |
| 9 | Undertone |
| 10 | On Blinding Larks |