I heard that you were home again, but you don't look like your back to me With your focuses changing your gaze is transfixed on a point that I can't
more Do what you must if that's what you wish, I can't be a pardon to this you have a sense that you were born with You'll find a way to make things
I was away for a while But I'm hoping someday you'll forgive me Though I don't deserve it I'll cherish it well if you give me one of your new starts
it But, they weren?t meant for this Chasin? the ghost of a good thing Haunting yourself as the real thing It?s getting away, away, away, away from you again Chasin? the ghost of a
I?ve been bleeding well From this old wound Cleaning it with salt, So it will still feel new Sometimes eyes turn black, And sometimes scars are tracks
Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep, this air is blessed, you share with me. This night is wild, so calm and dull, these hearts they race, from self