I want to be your favorite, quietest ghost. To live inside your head and tend the ache. My love will be the name you fear the most, A lovely fever that will never break. To live inside your head and tend the ache, I'll polish every memory-shard you own. A lovely fever that will never break, The quiet hum inside your hollow bone. I'll polish every memory-shard you own, And be the queen of all your shadow-maws. The quiet hum inside your hollow bone, I'll rewrite all your body's broken laws. And be the queen of all your shadow-maws, I'll soothe the buzzing of the cannon-fire. I'll rewrite all your body's broken laws, And be your one and final, true desire. I'll soothe the buzzing of the cannon-fire, My love will be the name you fear the most. And be your one and final, true desire, I want to be your favorite, quietest ghost.