Take Stock Of What I Have - Black Sea Dahu

As my mind darkens

I take stock of what I have

Stare

Stare at my palms and count my limbs

Two arms and two legs

Wipe the car window clean

The ghosts are dancing

Just as they were when I was fifteen and the walls would bend

Now drown out the howling

It’s not what you think

Please no don’t follow the riddles

They’ll lead you to strange places in your head

Crawl

Crawl my way back

For I don’t know where’s up and where’s down anymore

The ghosts are dancing

Just as they were when I was fifteen and the walls would bend

Now drown out the howling

It’s not what you think

The ghosts are dancing

Just as they were when I was fifteen and the walls would bend

Now drown out the howling

It’s not what you think