Very Slow Bossanova

before, the night was an open book. the pages all white, as white can be. but then someone starts filling them in. the ink is black. the words are green. 

secrets are soon to be discovered and hidden things will always be found. forbidden words are slowly moving in. just like words, they make no sound. 

it's there. it's like god. the ghostship is sailing out tonight, filled with the dreams that you didn't want. but when it sinks, they wash up on the shore, crawl the path back to your door. 

secrets are soon to be discovered. and hidden things will always be found. forbidden words are slowly moving in. just like words, they make no sound. it's there. it's like god tonight.