Thatch Snow

Like a stumbling ghost Visiting my soul Better get going Like the wind on my back A friend in my bed When I come home Time won't change that the Truth Still hasn't been told Been bought and been sold Doubt won't take away my hope My hope for some joy To spread from this boy The window's open, the light is soaking I see it coming over the ocean The window's open, the light is soaking I see it coming over the ocean The window's open, the light is soaking I see it coming over the ocean