I hear the breath of ghosts   Hiding behind the wind   Like an icy choir exhaling   A promise to rescind      I hear the breath of ghosts   Escaping from their lungs   Calling forth the names of those   That took away their tongues      CHORUS:   A temporary permanence   A fortress of onionskin   With motives so transparent   With no means to an end      I feel the breath of ghosts   Like fingers on my skin   Tracing senseless patterns   Revealing nothing in the end      I hear the breath of ghosts   Whisper in my ear   With every drooling syllable   It preys upon my fear