Written by Very Nervous
Performed by Very Nervous and Ghost Guest
lyrics
I've got my great grandmother's frail shakey arms. A cigarette at my fingertips and vacuum cleaner lungs. Dark circles surround my eyes and make spots of pink and blue sunlight as I walk through piles of dust. I am the ghost of a soldier killed at war. I am the sound of the creaks in your floor boards. I am the call of the trumpets in the clouds. I am the invalid that just keeps walking for miles and miles. Out of mind, out of sight, out of love, out of fright find a way to fight. I've got my great grandmother's frail shakey arms, a cigarette at my fingertips and vacuum cleaner lungs but I followed the sun behind the horizon and met up with the moon on the other side of town. Look at all we've found.