Rid Of It

Tell the moon it's time to go
tell the stars to fade
there is still love inside my toes
and mistakes left to make

i wanna get Rid of it
but i don't know how
i wanna get rif of it!
this ghost
that i've been singing about
so full of doubt my love

tell the wound its' time to heal
tell the tiller-man my tale
give me love you wont give to yourself
there's still air left to inhale

i wanna get Rid of it
but i don't know how
i wanna get rif of it!
this ghost
that i've been singing about
so full of doubt my love

tell the king i'm broke as him
tell the minute to linger
while i balance a spoonful of world
on the edge of my finger#

i wanna get Rid of it
but i don't know how
i wanna get rif of it!
this ghost
that i've been singing about
so full of doubt my love