Wayfarer - Ghost Palms Lyrics

And you go on about
The drifitng in and sinking upwards
My cracking skin and off-white stretch marks
The lines you used to read
On my palms is where you'll see
The notes from ghosts who stuck it out

The ones that watch you sleep
The ones that suddenly you just don't see
The ones I know you feel (They won't stop looking)
You try to make a fool of me
It's not working

And I'll go on about
The shapes I always swear I see
The ones that kept Nicole awake for weeks
The ones that make me hope you don't remember me
Hope time erases, wipes me clean

And if we're honest it's
Not the only change I see
The way your body used to work for me
But now my sense is clear, you're recoiling
At the thought that all you have is here with me

Slowly I got boring to touch
I stayed soft you gave up putting up with me
Thick black with a brilliant flash lights up
Your shots of ghosts just end up photographs of me you wouldn't keep

That one felt sweet
That one felt nothing
He'd strike the ivory
And play me to sleep

I felt his stare
I heard his feet
When you were leaving
He stayed there with me