Fish - Plague Of Ghosts

Deep in the darkness, digging it deep, down, down, down, down, digging it
Deep in the darkness, digging it down, deep down, deep, down deep digging it

We watched an insect stray to the edge of it's world, a lily pad stretched over a green mirror
in which the ghost carp swirl like clouds before a storm.
This is the season of the rains,
This is incoming.

And when it came their was no cover, no place to hide,
vision blurred, hard to breathe, trying hard to hold onto something that's real.
Nothing left, nowhere to go, no open road it's washed away by swollen streams,
carried off downriver with all my broken dreams.

Digging deep in the darkness, digging it deep, down deep down deep, deep, digging it
Deep in the darkness, digging it deep down, down, down, down digging it
Deep in the darkness, digging it deep, digging it digging it, digging it,
Deep in the darkness, digging it deep down, deep down, deep down, digging it.

A tethered goat bleats from the corner of the graveyard where the lizards hang motionless as the angels of stone above them, their broken wings throwing long shadows into the grass where the scorpions hide.
The tigers are running out of jungle.