I hear the whispers in my head
Speaking things I’ve never heard
When will they every stop?
Will they ever stop? Again
Because it’s so quiet in this room
Tell me lies about myself I can’t make up
The ghosts are here translucent shapes in the dark
Tell me why they don’t cry for me as I do for them?
Time will prepare the best of us
Maybe we’ll be so obsolete
Perhaps we’ll catch a train to another land again
Face to face with our damn past
Tell me lies about myself I can’t make up
The ghosts are here translucent shapes in the dark
Tell me why they don’t cry for me as I do for them?
I won’t fade out too much now
I won’t depend
On your friendship
Because I have wings to fly
Tell me lies about myself I can’t make up
The ghosts are here translucent shapes in the dark
Tell me why they don’t cry for me as I do for them?