Faces growing in the sand And I cannot stand their eyes And I'm growing with them too And I'm looking for a place to hide Said I'm looking for a place to hide Mother dear she to me "My dear your one of a kind" And I know it might be true but I'm clawing at my insides Said I'm clawing at my insides Well and the bond will break me And I'm clawing all the time And the bones will shake me Well its scraping all the time And the bones will break me And its fighting all the time And the bones will break me And they're ghosts of And they're ghosts of And they're ghosts of the past And they're ghosts of And they're ghosts of And they're ghosts of the past And they're ghosts of And they're ghosts of And they're ghosts of the past Now they're ghosts of the past