Ghost (Revised) - Cassino

How do you make a living

Crawling crumbling stairs?

You have some beautiful legs

But the stairs, they just don’t care

And how you miss your mother

And the way she’s almost there

I know about the shame

From the cyclones that she bares

In this bed of weeds grow

Tall and die with seeds

Lonely miss aero plane

Is dropping parts all over the place

But I still feel you in my clothes

In the cotton, it’s that close

And of all the floors to stand on

Don’t stand on this one here

It cracked when all the wealth

Came back and claimed its share