Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

The parlor’s dark and smoky
Where we ouija the night away
Spirits tapping skeleton keys
Marked in spectral shades of grey

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Yes I’m a lunatic moonlighter
Up for another all-nighter
Phantoms on a bender
Head’s in a blender
The night has never looked brighter
For the faithful ghost writer

Here great vats of ink are spilled
Symbols distilled into scripts
Pages of ages quilled and filled
From mosaic sealed crypts

Here our ears are turned to portals
Our eyes melt in pools of souls
Tuned to the channel of immortals
As the ferryman gathers his tolls

{Chorus}

We listen for ephemeral whispers
Voices in the rustling leaves
Trailing echoes in the vapor
Heirlooms weaving in the eves

It’s a quest for the quintessential
In a quagmire of wasted designs
On a nova of untapped potential
Imagination dressed to the nines