Silent Movie

I've got more ghosts than Omaha Beach

Dripping down my chin like a Georgia peach

I've got more ghosts than Omaha Beach

And they'll rattle these chains a thousand years each

So Ooh Ooh

Rest your eyes, my child

Ooh Ooh

Rest your eyes, my child

I'll whisper the words that make you love me

I'll carve my soap into a skeleton key

I'll whisper the words that make you love me

'Til my voice turns sour like vitamin C

So Ooh ooh

Rest your eyes, my child

Ooh Ooh

Rest your eyes, my child

I'll be the soundtrack to your silent movie

A melancholy throwback to safer times

And every hole in the piano roll

Is a window to asylum

Every object has its rightful place

Like horn-rimmed glasses on a melting face

Every object has its rightful place

And sleep is the smoke that burns in space

So Ooh ooh

Rest your eyes, my child

Ooh Ooh

Rest your eyes, my child

I'll be the soundtrack to your silent movie

A melancholy throwback to safer times

And every hole in the piano roll

Is a window to asylum

I've got more ghosts than Omaha Beach

Dripping down my chin like a Georgia peach

I've got more ghosts than Omaha Beach

And they'll rattle these chains a thousand years each

So Ooh Ooh

Rest your eyes, my child

Ooh Ooh

Rest your eyes, my child

Ooh Ooh

Rest your eyes, my child

Ooh Ooh

Rest your eyes, my child