Sound on a Rieslinger ghost
Broken smiles, echoes in the night
Words on the hearts of these homes
Your laugh still hangs in me now
Photos of sea flames crack
I'll be stuck with scores of names
Piano, shake the shadows, move fast
Hustle of a chorus of blossom
Hearts tightly molded in your old strings
Cold on ice, feel your curse beside me
Own songs on the radio steam
Dreams, plot lines of dead and now
I shall see clear
Your touch still abides my skin
Time casts its blood right to say you're still
Puget, shake the shadows and fast
Hustle of a curse and blessing
Hearts tightly molded in your old strings
Cold on ice, feel your curse beside me
Own songs on the radio steam
Dreams, plot lines of dead and now
I shall see clear
Your touch still abides my skin
Time casts its blood right to say you're still
Puget, shake the shadows and fast

Hustle of a curse and blessing
Hearts tightly molded in your old strings
Thank you.