Ghost of the fire, hungry and bold
Glows in the corner of my wood soul
All his paper words have turned to stone
Graves in the garden all burned to bone
Sign your name and claim one of your own
Graves in the garden all burned to bone
The ground is stolen I hotly own
Ghost of the fire glows in my home
All his paper words have turned to stone
Graves in the garden all burned to bone
Sign your name and claim one of your own
Graves in the garden all burned to bone
My flesh on this earth is bound to live somewhere
But where
Everywhere I rest my head
That fire ghost stands at the foot of the bed
Money's the ember in my wood soul
All his paper words have turned to stone
Graves in the garden all burned to bone
Sign your name and claim one of your own
Graves in the garden all burned to bone
