I can hear nothing but the howling
Nothing but the wind
And it is covering up the tracks where I have been
I will say nothing but a whisper
Lash me to the mast
For it was nothing but the ghost of innocence past

If you should hear me beckon long lost years
Don't let me - burn me with the salt of my tears
If you should hear me wish upon a star
Don't let me - show me the way things are

I can hear nothing but the howling
Nothing but the wind
And it is covering up the tracks where I have been
I will say nothing but a whisper
Paralyzed of voice
Haunted by nothing but the ghost of Paradise lost

If you should feel me move toward the light
You'll shoot me down like a dead satellite
If you should feel me shake on feet of clay
You'll have me baptized in shades of grey

I can hear nothing but the howling
Nothing but the wind
And it is covering up the tracks where I have been
I will say nothing but a whisper
Lash me to the mast
For it was nothing but the ghost of innocence past

I can hear nothing but the howling
Nothing but the wind
And it is covering up the tracks where I have been
I will say nothing but a whisper
Paralyzed of voice
Haunted by nothing but the ghost of Paradise lost

From Satellite Sky
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