Ghosts and the Past

Against the weakness of this town. Violent, fragmented Pieces of love. I am the girl from out of town. Feel the grip tighten, drowning In silence and blindness. Eyes open for kindness. If I'd known this, I would not have come Here, come here. Here is my voice spoken, body Broken, kicking and screaming for Life. Oh, I have been named, Hunted and shamed. They say, "She Can't be saved." So we dance, we Dance. With our ghosts and the past, we Dance. In the weakness of the crime. Eyes burning, minds searching to put us On trial. All of our stories start the same, But with the winding, unfolding, And the endings of love, loss, And heartbreak, the mistakes that we Make. If I'd known this, I would not have Come here, come here. Here is my voice spoken, body Broken, kicking and screaming for Life. Oh, I have been named, Hunted and shamed. They say, "She Can't be saved." People can't ignore the scars. They see who we really are. Beauty in a code of scars. Here is my voice Spoken. Here is my voice spoken, body Broken, kicking and screaming for Life. Oh, I have been named, Hunted and shamed. They say, "She Can't be saved." So we dance, we Dance. With our ghosts and the past, we Dance. And so we dance, we Dance. With our ghosts and the past, we Dance