I never knew what this meant to me
With strange interest I watched the curious things
I pushed back to the mystic heat of heats
And found that heathen blood does run in me

And only here well be alone
To waste all that we know
If so, then here we are
I feel

My ghosts, they ride today
And half of me planned on making me stay
My ghosts, they ride today
The other half threw my life away

Once a mountain I traversed in doom
I went slow and simply threw the moon
All the wonder all the fruits Ive known
I thought was beauty, but my senses dulled

But I believe these things are so
Only love is a miracle
It tastes all things beautiful