In Spirit by Crayon Angel published on 2021-08-06T04:10:11Z The veiled nun vents heyday vatic Her merry mouth still moves like magic He could shoot for the stars if they gave him more space He could give you his heart and never show you his face Let me be there in spirit cause I don’t want to go Let me tell you I miss you through the fang of a ghost The how of old is cold How do you know you know? The how of old is cold How do you know you know? The thousand mirrors subdue the vandal But they'll shadow box a lambent candle He could row with one oar to the edge of the earth He could bury the hatchet, and leave a jewel in the dirt I don’t mean to be shy, I’m just here all alone Let me tell you "go fish” Struck dumb for fools gold The howl of old is cold How do you know you know? The howl of old is cold How do you know you know?