The drunkards drink deeply From cups full of nothingness Ghost lovers laugh At the games that they play The moments do somersaults Into eternity Cling to their coattails And beg them to stay Saying I got nothing to hide

The drunkards drink deeply
From cups full of nothingness
Ghost lovers laugh
At the games that they play
The moments do somersaults
Into eternity
Cling to their coattails
And beg them to stay
Saying I got nothing to hide

(Source: whsthatgirl, via devoutdeviant)