Angus Montaigne - Ghosts (For Clare) (feat. Liv Cartledge & James McGuffie) Lyrics

It's golden hour
The sun's going off the boil
I see you sway in the garden
Like dust I kick up from the soil
There are clouds in the sky
In the shape of your face, and now I
Am talking to the birds in the gum trees
And asking them to send up a letter for me

Meet me at the peak of the mountain
We'll tumble hand in hand to the sea
Nobody to judge our behaviour
We'll leave nothing behind but the breeze
Maybe we're the wind in the stable
Or maybe we're the birds in the sky
Maybe if we try we'll be able
To run from the dying of the light
And I will carry the ghost of you, my dear
On to wander

There's a fog around
It's coming over the briars
Hell, if that fog draws down
I'll light the signal fire
If the heart feels young forever
Will you notice the lines creeping over my face?
And when you look into your mirror
I'll be there long after I'm gone, my darling

I'll be the grass still swaying
Ruffling on the shrug of a breeze
And I will give your world colour
When I appear again at the end of a winter freeze
I'll be that wind in your garden
Like some old rattling lullaby
I'll be that ghost horse running
Unchained when I learn how to fly
And I will be the painter of every sky
On to wander

Yeah, if all my friends could stay a while longer
Just 'cos you don't feel it now
It doesn't matter
Horses riding through the sunset, until the shadows
Rise into the sky
On to wander

And as long as we say their names
They are alive
They are alive
Alive

They are alive
Alive
Alive