Mostly M.E. - Lomelda

On the my first trip to the coast

Through the backseat window

The evergreen shadows reminded me of home

Now they remind me of us sitting close

When I’m crying with the ghosts

Crying with the ghosts

It’s mostly sky

It’s mostly leaving town I guess

Never thought I’d be such a mess

I confess I know the consequence

I loved you but I lost you to silence

And now I’m losing my breath

Just from counting up weekends

When I’m crying with the ghosts

Crying with the ghosts

The world is mostly sky

The place we leave

And when we don’t leave

Walking where the dead gather in the fog

I saw you through it

I can see ya through it