Beastmilk - Ghosts Out Of Focus

Bronze my bones with black howls
turn my body into dreams
spectral spools of movie stills
blank shadows in the seats
as my mind spills like milk
drip across the screen
reach down into the black
kiss death's soft underbelly
where we met...

We're two ghosts out of focus
a smear on the projector
we're two ghosts out of focus
what the lens couldn't capture

Our secrets in celluloid
our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts

Where a hundred haunts hawk
we found our pleasures
drawn in underwater chalk
like silent traces a crevice full of crack-ups
home to captured vapours
slip down into the black
trace the scriptless pages
where we met...

We're two ghosts out of focus
a smear on the projector
we're two ghosts out of focus
what the lens couldn't capture

Our secrets in celluloid
our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts

We're two ghosts out of focus
a smear on the projector
we're two ghosts out of focus
what the lens couldn't capture

Our secrets in celluloid
our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts