Our Ghosts Gather Songtext

von Death In June

Even though we seem/ lost.
Our ghosts /gathering/, our ghosts /gathering
To take us hand in hand
To each of us our/ vices,
But smugness in their /bones
Shall be grown to/ dust,/ grown to/ dust

Birds of white/ feather,/ lie and cheat, but still,/together

But even though we seem/ lost.
Our ghosts /gathering/, our ghosts /gathering
To take us hand in hand

To each of us our/ vices,
But smugness in their /bones
Shall be grown to/ dust,/ grown to/ dust

Denial is cont/rol
The four winds, to dis/perse
Part of, the here and/ now
Where our, ghosts/ gather
Where our ghosts/ gather
Where are our ghosts
Where are our ghosts

Even though we seem/ lost.
Our ghosts /gathering/, our ghosts /gathering
To take us hand in hand

Denial is cont/rol
The four winds, to dis/perse
Part of, the here and/ now
Where our, ghosts/ gather
Where our ghosts/ gather
Where are our ghosts
Where are our ghosts
Where are our ghosts
Where are our ghosts