My Life as a Ghost
Ephemeral Echoes: Embracing Life's Ghostly Grace
Lyrics
This perfect day
This day is ideal or flawless
We make our way to the end of it
We navigate through the day to its conclusion
With perfect grace
With perfect elegance or poise
I lay my head in your lap and walk away
I rest my head in your lap and depart
These days are sweet and strange
These days are both enjoyable and peculiar
We're happy in our star-scattered way
We find happiness in our star-filled manner
Always
Consistently, always
In this my life
In my existence
In this my life as a ghost
In my existence as a ghost
In this my life
In my existence
My happy life as a ghost
My content life as a ghost
I've been lifting out the stains from the stones
I've been removing blemishes from the stones
Planting flowers where you'll never find my bones
Planting flowers in a place where my remains won't be discovered
Seven sisters seven stars shooting home
Seven sisters, seven stars, heading homeward
Shouts and whispers of a better fight in better times
Expressions and whispers of a more favorable struggle in better times
A day for the sweet and strange
A day suited for the enjoyable and peculiar
Or happy in some star-shattered way
Or happy in some star-filled manner
Our way
Our way, our unique path
In this my life
In my existence
In this my life as a ghost
In my existence as a ghost
In this my life
In my existence
My happy life as a ghost
My content life as a ghost
This perfect day
This day is ideal or flawless
I lay my shield at your feet and beg to stay
I place my protective shield at your feet and plead to remain
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