Ghost کے بول

I climbed down to watch the tide Mark the time that slips away Where the oceans meet the sky The drawing out of self And bitter cold goes side by side The self-sustained obscurity The sense I can't maintain The ghost that never wanes I walk out to meet my fate In the receding of the day In hope the tide will grant me stay From the ghost that never wanes So torn and frayed My times, lives, faces None can wear away Time slips away Let them rest upon the waves Peace at last for those who wait Before I go out too far Before the depth I seek moves further away I walk out to meet my fate In the receding of the day In hope the tide will grant me stay From the ghost that never wanes