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