Spectral Alphabet - Jason Molina

Emptiness and blue

Beside the city moon

Empty black cat eyes

Cat’s cradle eyes

Keep an eye on you

Heavy Spanish moss

A hanging veil across the Graceland gate

The ancestors of the world

Think it looks great

Their names inscribed by death

In a spectral alphabet

Their names look foreign

And they are forgotten by the world again

Emptiness and blue

Beside the city moon

The empty streets

Hardly remember you

The rest of us do

A promise inscribed by death

In a spectral alphabet

The words look foreign

And they are forgotten by the world again

What it says, could that have kept us out of fiery hands?

What it says, could that have kept us out of fiery hands?

What it says, could that have kept us out of fiery hands?