Leave It To My Ghost-Overhead, The Albatross

[02:03.09]We all start with blunt tools and broken bridges [02:08.23]Our only sense to mend them [02:11.11]Stumble over missing slats and severed ropes [02:14.61]We try to weave them closed [02:17.31]But our forlorn cries erode [02:20.51]The weathers spoke [02:22.96]And we stand like ghosts in pallid light [02:25.05]Scratching numerals with nails to keep track of days [02:30.74]Using salt from ocean spray to dress the bridges wounds [02:35.19]Has this come too soon [02:38.47]Not soon enough for me [02:41.24]