I hope tonight you will touch my hair and draw ghosts on my back .

Múm - The ghosts you draw on my back

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The wind plays flute

Through the cellar door

And on my window sill

Plays a sad old song

I hope tonight

You will touch my hair

And draw ghosts on my back

Walk the shore

Too impassable

Shout at screaming waves

Shout at silent rocks

I think tonight

I'll dream of salty tongues

So tears drip down my legs

The wind plays song

Through the cellar door

And on my window sill

Plays a sad old song

I hope tonight

You will touch my hair

And draw ghosts on my back