Bashful Hips - Host of a Ghost Lyrics

If death is the end
Will it be like ink running out of my pen?
Indentations in pages, words crippled in stages?

Or will it be like a big party where everyone is sipping tea and watching whales?
But no one's last wound is healed

But what if it's like, sitting at a table with someone who once cared?
Though mouths are zippered, words won't even reach a whisper

And you want to feel something inside
But nothing ever feels quite right
Spring always comes right on time
But you say the weather's whatever
Yeah but you say the weather's whatever

So you traveled backwards
Searching for answers
In places where you gave in

So you search coast to coast
Looking like the host for someone else's ghost
But not close
To any sort of clue
Of what you're supposed to do

Radio in complete hysteria
Shopping malls devouring like listeria
Tell me what's more dangerous
Nature or people in gathering areas?

And you want to feel something inside
But nothing ever feels quite right
Spring always comes right on time
But you say the weather's whatever
Yeah but you say the weather's whatever

And the city dictates life with neon lights
And you fantasize what's underground
And the city can take lives with neon knives
And put you in the ground
Take away your sound

And you want to feel something inside
But nothing ever feels quite right
Spring always comes right on time
But you say the weather's whatever
Yeah but you say the weather's whatever