I never argue with the ghosts
I know they live in me as much as anyone
I throw the first dirt down the hole
I've tried swords to plowshares
but I can hear them sharpening themselves
as soon as the sun sinks low

when your worst dreams are at your door
and history's devils walk your floor
surrender no longer

You called for rain and I watched it roll in
You called for lions and they came
My last ounce of sympathy is drained
the ghost on fire walks the plains
I can hear him talking about the past
every time my heart sinks low

When your worst dreams are at your door
and movie villains prepare for war
when history's devils walk your floor
scattered pieces of a ship on the shore
surrender no longer