Blanket of Ghosts

I have been annoyingly posting a lot of lyrics on myspace the last week, most of them from Thrice. So, to follow that trend, here are some lyrics from Dustin Kensrue that have caught my eye. It really relates to how I've been griping at myself lately.

I've got a feeling, it's hard to explain
Feels like the devil rents a room in my brain
The things im ashamed of feel like dear old st paul
The things that I wanna do, I don't do at all

So bury me deep, cover me with snow
Wrap me in sleep, blanket of ghosts

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is so weak
I wanna kiss her lips, but I kissed her cheek
Just hear my request, give this one on fair way
Please take me home before it's too late

Bury me deep, cover me with snow
Wrap me in sleep, blanket of ghosts

Wake me when it's spring time in heaven
When the tears are all whiped from my face
Wake me when it's spring time in heaven
When I'm strong enough to walk in that place