Ghosts

Ghosts

David Sylvian

When the room is quiet

The daylight almost gone

It seems there's something I should know

Well I ought to leave but the rain it never stops

And I've no particular place to go

Just when I think I'm winning

When I've broken every door

The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before

Just when I thought I could not be stopped

When my chance came to be king

The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind

Fantastic morning down at Potter Point this morning. What a great way to spend a mid week morning.

6.3m swell, dark and moody skies.

Thanks to my buddy Stephane for making the long trip over.

We got rightly soaked, as did all the gear, but it was worth it to see mother nature batter those cliffs.

Hope you like "Ghosts"

Cheers, Mike

Done