Ghost in the Snare

Intro

(reversed cymbal, minor Rhodes)

Uh... listen

Verse 1

There's a ghost in the snare and it sound like my father

Every hit is a door he ain't walk through, and I follow

Same jaw, same temper, same trouble with the quiet

I inherited the rhythm and I never got to try it

On him, on me, on the thing between us

Now it's four bars of him every time the drum reaches

I could quantize it out, make it clean, make it nothing

But the drag is the truth, so I keep the stumbling

Chorus

Ghost in the snare, ghost in the room

Every loop I make, I'm making it with you

Ghost in the snare, ghost in the hand

I forgive the whole thing every time the drums land

Verse 2

Minor key Rhodes like a hallway at midnight

Bass that don't resolve, that's the whole life, right

I ain't writing to accuse, I'm writing to understand

Hard to hate a man once you've been a tired man

Same second shift, same short fuse, same silence

Same love that never learned a language for the quiet

Of the working kind, the door, the walk, the leaving

I got the same door in me and I'm still choosing not to

Chorus

Ghost in the snare, ghost in the room

Every loop I make, I'm making it with you

Ghost in the snare, ghost in the hand

I forgive the whole thing every time the drums land

Outro

(drums stop, Rhodes hangs)

Still here...