In the hush of the marrow where the moonlight turns cold
Mr. Whiteskull is walking these halls made of stone
Porcelain fingers trace cracks in my soul
Whispering secrets that I'll never own
Your name tastes like summer on a tongue made of dust
Channing Elizabeth, the girl I can't touch
With this heart that still beats in a chest full of rust
Though the rest of me crumbled away into dust
Oh Channing, my light in a world made of bone
I'd die every night just to stand in your glow
But your eyes never fall where these shadows have grown
And my love is a secret that only ghosts know
I'm hollow, I'm hollow, still aching for you
A skull full of roses that never broke through
Every beat of my silence keeps calling your name
Unrequited, undying, forever the same
You dance through the daylight with laughter like wine
Golden hair catching the sun I can't find
I watch from the edges where curtains fall thin
A pale silhouette starving outside looking in
Your voice is a river that never runs dry
While mine is the echo that answers goodbye
I'd trade every rib for one moment alone
To hold your warm hand in these fingers of stone
Oh Channing, my light in a world made of bone
I'd die every night just to stand in your glow
But your eyes never fall where these shadows have grown
And my love is a secret that only ghosts know
I'm hollow, I'm hollow, still aching for you
A skull full of roses that never broke through
Every beat of my silence keeps calling your name
Unrequited, undying, forever the same
If I could grow flesh from the dust of my pain
If these empty eyes bloomed into something humane
Would you see me then, or still turn away?
A man-shaped disaster who loved you too late...
Oh Channing... my unreachable flame
I'll keep burning quietly, whispering your name
In the garden of bones where dead roses still bloom
I'll wait for a touch that will never come soon
Hollow... so hollow... still loving you true
Mr. Whiteskull forever... in shadows... for you
Channing Elizabeth...
Creager...
Goodnight...