Very Slow Bossanova

Before, the night was an open book
the pages all white, as white can be
but then someone starts filling them in
the ink is black
the words are green

secrets are soon to be discovered and hidden things will always be found
forbidden words are slowly moving in
just like words, they make no sound

it's there
it's like god
the ghostship is sailing out tonight, filled with the dreams that you didn't want
but when it sinks, they wash up on the shore, crawl the path back to your door

secrets are soon to be discovered
and hidden things will always be found
forbidden words are slowly moving in
just like words, they make no sound
it's there
it's like god tonight