Ghosts Video (MV)

Ghosts in the morning, ghosts in the noon
Ghosts in the mirror staring back at you
Ghosts in your bedroom tea, ghosts in your bath
Ghosts in the rickety rackety pick-up toolshed
Ghosts are sublime, anytime
There are ghosts uncertain, in gladuous handbags
Ghosts in disposable, dismal dispositions
Ghosts, as a matter of fact
Ghosts, ghosts
Fiction or remote crawldaddies?
Picture this, a laughter shy
Of insurmountable intent
Visions are a blight, hellbent
On sunny everafters flickering
In earth-toned armaments and
Wicker rockers by the flames
That warm the hearth
Ghosts!
Ghosts in a wild, gnarley beard
Ghosts in a cobwebbed attic alibi
Ghosts in the cosmic warp of creation
Ghosts are the intrigue of the nation
Ghosts!
Ghosts of lost civilizations
Come setting up cantina mirages in the midnight fog
Decieve and repeal the landscape indescrimantly
Breathe and moan eirrie chants between vast canyon walls
Ghosts
Ghosts, Ghosts
Ghosts reveal the bread and butter thrust
Upon stagnant air and crumbled
Ghosts cause fatigue, ghosts cause pain
Ghosts can drive mortals insane
Ghosts are uncanny, ghosts are cruel
Ghosts'll drown friends in the swimming pool
Ghost's can redeem, ghosts can refrain
Ghosts'll make mountains out of the rain
Ghost'll swell panic, kill adventure and reign
Over the cobwebs up in the attic
Extinguishing the freshness of dew
Embellishing much deeper hues
Administering junky blues and delusions
Devisions
Ghosts are the seasons
Ghosts are the earth
Ghosts voice their fury up in a burst
Ghosts blow amo, ghosts fill their cups
And drink to the vacancy in all of us.