No Ghost

I can meet you by the road
Where the spraypaint meets the grass
And your thirty second thoughts
Melt into your time-lapse photographs
And the day, seems to float again
In the wake of your open arms
The needle skips along the wax
And the sun is solid gold
I sick my canines to the fat
'Cause a heavy vessel floats
And the day, seems to float again
In the wake of your open arms
Your body's beached along the bay
I lit a bonfire and drowned it in your name
I split your film into the light
Of the never ending day
And the cold collapsed my heart
So I buried it in the canyons of your claim