Ghost writer, you've got to self-destruct or flower One of these things is going to show your power The time has come for us to open-field expire Fall asleep and burn just like a fireplace fire Archive sitting on a hillside A slow life sailing in the sea Ghost writer, you've gotta self-destruct or flower One of these things is gonna show your power The time has come for us to open up, expire Decorate our rest with a feedback fire Orange skies supervise the sunshine Each night it's the ghost of Sheryl Lee The times that change us are often the strangest