500 Years

I opened my eyes as sunlight broke over the marsh.
My lungs were filled with sulphur, I was all washed up
Caught in a storm drain and into a gutter
I had no memory of who I was
500 years I was a ghost for you.
500 years I was lost for you.
There’s nothing left of me,
I can’t move on for 500 years
I followed coquina sidewalks down into the city,
The palm rats danced on the telephone wires hanging up above me.
I knew that his black eyes were watching on me.
I could feel the heat of the flames reaching out for me
500 years I was a ghost for you.
500 years I was lost for you.
There’s nothing left of me,
I can’t move on for 500 years
Somewhere in the cemetery,
I know my corpse is rotting.
My heart’s paralysed in my chest, it feels like my legs are made of concrete
Sometimes it feels like I have always been here,
Sometimes it feels like I will never leave
500 years I was a ghost for you.
500 years I was lost for you.
There’s nothing left of me,
I can’t move on for 500 years