Communicating Doors

Campaign down from Atlanta
Five-hour drive to the coast
Brought whatever we thought we'd need
To pierce the skin of a ghost

Left your car at the hotel
Rode up seventeen floors
And checked ourselves into separate rooms
With communicating doors

Lay on top of the covers
Turn the fan up to full
Chase a memory around my head
Silver, satin, and wool

Close the bar at the harbor
Say goodnight in the hall
Smash the lock with a midnight knock
And the rest I don't recall

Stones rise out of the water
Water eats at the stones
I know people who dig up graves
Just to label the bones

All that poison we swallowed
Seeping out through the pores
And floating over the transoms
Of communicating doors