If you become the odds    educated in words around the starless nights    you write and you are speaking to me    like every word you say can break apart    something real it is handed down    the father is educated in life    through all the brilliant tarts you like    and you have sewn needily    I cant make any sound    I breathe...       its the fear that is in you    that brings the fear out in me    its the ghost unaware of where you might be       its the feeling in you    that brings the fear out in me    its a ghost I wont wake up    the next time I breathe       Moving forward on    I will educate you in lines around    I will break apart stars you like    your soul speaks to me in tones    I have never heard    this is overly sweet    I read and plead       its the fear that is in you    that brings the fear out in me    its ghost unaware of where you might be       its the feeling in you    that brings the fear out in me    its a ghost I wont wake up    the next time I breathe