48 by Cloud District Lyrics

Your flesh-made emissary came to you
With bloodshot eyes from backyard brawls
Just a little kid playing, all child-like
Climbing up your arms
And I apologize

And like wildfire purging through the state
Can we start over? Can we start over?

I am six years old staring at the sky
You told me you loved me
All teary-eyed
And now you are dying
Just skin and bones
I am six years old
I am six years old
And I believe ghosts
And they are not spectral
They are skin and bone
I'm always clearing my throat
I'm always clearing my-