Texty: Ghost Of A Thousand. New Hopes, New Demonstrations. Good Old Fashioned Loss.

Bring him home, bring him home, bring him in. I've been here many times close to tears. We brought a bunch of reserves, I'm scared the earth won't keep, Safe, warm, shrouded in the dark. We bought a shed load of coal: my family home. Bring him home, bring him home, bring him in, we bought a bunch of reserves, I'm scared the earth won't keep. Bring him home, bring him home, bring him in, I've been here many times close to tears. Bring him home, bring him home, bring him in, I've been here many times close to tears. I want to see the beauty in the world, I want to feel a kinder guiding hand, I want to see the world as Jesus Christ or Ghandi, or Buddha, Mohammed, whatever. And it's done, the message is the message is a fraud and it's done, the question is which question you are asking is a dud. And I'm just a mannequin with your love tacked on and this is all a failure from the moment that you're gone. This is all I've got from the moment that you're gone. I need to see the health return to you, I need to see forgiveness in your eyes, I need to let you know that you're the only shining light that keeps my view of heaven as unnecessary slums, and this is all just a failure from the moment that you're gone.