I said some kind of fog Could be helpful with this kind of sunset When your eyes see too far And so deep into life you don't know yet
Why do the hours disappear when I Speak so loving of where I've been? But then just stands right there and look at me When I don't know where to begin Waiting for my ghost to return
I have faith in the night That they show me what I need to master I'll be ready, I'm here Since so deep in the doubt, I've seen laughter
Why do the hours disappear when I Speak so loving of where I've been? But then just stands right there and look at me When I don't know where to begin Waiting for my ghost to return
Why do I always disappear in thought? I'm a captain so mad at sea And this old room is now my ship somehow In here waves crashing over me Waiting for my ghost to return
I will dig where I stand Though I'm tired and longing for pleasure Then what comes up to me I will teach them to look like some treasure Why do the hours disappear when I Speak so loving of where I've been? But then just stands right there and look at me When I don't know where to begin Waiting for my ghost to return
Compositor: Kristian Saras Per Matsson ECAD: Obra #33263329