I'm sailin' away to a place I'm afraid of
The dawn isn't here, the sun hasn't rose
I'm drinkin' my days with a coastal on Shoreman
They got money to make and children back home
The last that I heard you were down in New Orleans
You were workin' your days at The Print
I'll drink 'til I drown and I'll smoke 'til I'm burnin'
Your hands are all over my scent
I worry for you, you worry for me
And it's fine if we know we won't change
I collect every dream in these old empty pockets
In hope that you'll see 'em someday
But the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in
And the bridges of auction's been burned
And the ash of the home that I started the fire in
It starts to return to the Earth
Well, I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my address
I know that you'll come if you want
And it's not Halloween but the ghost you're dressed up as
Sure knows how to hunt, yeah, she knows how to hunt
Mmm
It's an ode to the hole that I found myself stuck in
It's a song for the graves that I dug
There's a murder of crows in the low light of Boston
And I see your face in each one
Well, I'm hearin' my life in the tiniest objects
I'm seein' my life on a screen
I'm hearin' your voice in a new foreign language
If only I learned how to speak
But the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in
And the bridges of auction's been burned
And the ash of the home that I started the fire in
It starts to return to the Earth
Well, I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my address
I know that you'll come if you want
And it's not Halloween but the ghost you're dressed up as
Sure knows how to hunt, yeah, she knows how to hunt
Mmm