the way is wide my all the time ghost bride there is no warning sign to make how clear the way is wide but if you ll be my signpost alone in my bed i dreamt that words are excrement piled high in barricades to fortify a haunted head but if you ll be my signpost the way is gone it shined until it blew apart there is no warning sign to make how clear the way is far but if you ll be my signpost as i wanderered on the moon lost in uncharted neighborhoods my air was ticking out my water gone to vapor but if you ll be my signpost your face at the window your magnet pointer pointing your bug leg finger bringing your sky bell clapper ringing but if you ll be my signpost from the arctic ocean floor to the molten iron core there is no warning sign to make how clear the way is torn but if you ll be my signpost