With The Ink Of A Ghost

I know as I see Touching through the mist All hypocrites they're racing deadlines on the list Eager to imply There were footprints in the rain Meeting all tonight Telling they're doing great Telling they're doing great Scatter [?] And this brings into the air Old berries in the trees Praying to stay clear Some might be afraid of them elegantly In the past She runs from the deepest valley passed the sun Opening p the wall Time spending contemplating And they're missing dawn They're burning up the gates But once afraid to lose more Got the rain in the moment black Come to life He came from the dark to realize When it lasts She runs from the deepest valley passed the sun Opening up the wall Witness to the changing times It makes sense to all at last Shape the currents and it has been living in All this time witness to the changing time I don't last a week Moving out the tree Molding once to be Serene with the tile