I opened my eyes as sunlight broke over the marsh.
My lungs were filled with sulphur, I was all washed up.
Caught in a storm drain and into a gutter.
I had no memory of who I was.
500 years I was a ghost for you.
500 years I was lost for you.
There's nothing left of me,
I can't move on for 500 years.
I followed coquina sidewalks down into the city,
The palm rats danced on the telephone wires hanging up above me.
I knew that his black eyes were watching on me.
I could feel the heat of the flames reaching out for me.
Somewhere in the cemetery,
I know my corpse is rotting.
With a dead heart in my chest,
And not a draw left to my breath.
Sometimes it feels like I have always been here,
Sometimes it feels like I will never leave.