If my limbs don't hold me up they drag me down.
If the ground doesn't hold me up it pulls me down.
Finding my way down the dark halls of this house,
The floorboards creak but the walls dampen every sound.
The dead left but didn't leave room for us,
I know now what it means to believe in ghosts.
Walking on the dead wood,
Washing clothes in dirty water,
When you saw the trees shake and shiver
You knew the shelter was gone, so you went to clear a path
And build a roof over your bed without something haunting the framework
To live the myth of the pioneer.
released August 1, 2012
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