Ghosts Lyrics
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SAY
Say what you really want to say
And the truest of forms will show
Finally you’ll find your soul
They impose the endless fight
To always be perfect.
It seems they have been chosen
To be above the rest.
But the contradiction stands
Between these perfect lives
And the words that they’ve misread…
There was no reading.
Say all the things that you really want to say
The truest of forms will show,
Finally you’ll find your soul.
Say all the things that you really want to say
The truest of forms will show
And finally you’ll find your soul.
The landscapes of being
Are endlessly competing, back and forth
For an answer to existence
That we can never find,
In all of the places that we’ve searched out,
In all of the pulses that we’ve taken…
There was no reading.
Say all the things that you really want to say
Then you’ll find, the truest of forms will show
And finally you’ll find your soul.
Say all the things that you really want to say
Then you’ll find, the truest of forms will show
And finally we’ll find our souls.
Give us the answers
And the ability to hear
The landscapes of being
Are endlessly competing, back and forth
For an answer to existence
That we can understand.
Perhaps we’re looking far too closely.
We can’t see
All the evidence in its entirety…The air in our lungs,
The complexity of our love.
Say all the things that you really want to say
Then you’ll find, the truest of forms will show
And finally you’ll find your soul.
Say all the things that you really want to say.
Say what you really want to say
And the truest of forms will show,
Finally you’ll find your soul.
In this sea of change, understanding is our shore.
I disappear… with no control.
The current is strong, my arms are weak
But you are the branch within my reach.
Though I cannot catch my breath…
Pull me back to shore
I’ll never reach my place, I’ll never reach my place.
Pull me back to shore
I’ll never reach my place, I’ll never reach my place.
The current is strong, my arms are weak
But you are the branch within my reach.
In this sea of change, understanding was swept away.
Pull me back to shore
I’ll never reach my place, I’ll never reach my place.
Pull me back to shore
I’ll never reach my place, I’ll never reach my place.
With everything I have
I reach out my hands,
There’s nothing left to give.
I seem to have no direction, I have no control,
No way to know where currents pull.
All the weight of my intentions
Are making it so hard
To breathe the air at all.
I see you, coastlines reaching out
When there’s nothing left to reach…
Pull me back to shore
I’ll never reach my place, I’ll never reach my place.
Pull me back to shore
I’ll never reach my place, I’ll never reach my place.
All that is beautiful
Will not be beautiful to me
Unless it’s perfect.
Outside of these walls is an awful place
As far as I can tell
We are not the enemy, we are not the enemy inside.
We were victims of a constant loss,
We were not the enemy.
I am afraid
That opinions are contagious.
I am afraid…
That my plans will all lose their place.
We are not the enemy.
We could hold our breath forever
Or maybe for a while…
The best will surely come.
Until then we’ll feel nothing,
Until then we’ll feel nothing at all.
All that is beautiful
Will not be beautiful to me
Unless it’s perfect.
All that is beautiful
Will not be beautiful to me.
In all harmony, in all of our discord,
Can we really know all that is pure.
We are not the enemy, we are not the enemy,
We are not the enemy.
All that is beautiful
Will not be beautiful to me
Unless it’s perfect.
Outside of these walls is an awful place
As far as I can tell
We are not the enemy, we are not the enemy inside.
We were victims of a constant loss,
We were not the enemy.
I am afraid
That opinions are contagious.
I am afraid…
That my plans will all lose their place.
We are not the enemy.
We could hold our breath forever
Or maybe for a while…
The best will surely come.
Until then we’ll feel nothing,
Until then we’ll feel nothing at all.
All that is beautiful
Will not be beautiful to me
Unless it’s perfect.
All that is beautiful
Will not be beautiful to me.
In all harmony, in all of our discord,
Can we really know all that is pure.
We are not the enemy, we are not the enemy,
We are not the enemy.
In the darkest of nights,
The city of lights
Will pour unto us.
Creeping inside
Through our sleepy eyes,
Contagiously bright
Like sunlight and rain
Flooding through the veins
Of wilted vines.
But love travels like a rumor here,
Losing form with every ear,
A skeleton of something more.
But waking seems an awful dream.
We’ll be waiting for the night,
Waiting for the night
To come and rescue us,
Feet off the ground.
Beaides, we’re living in this house of cards
That pulls and pushes with the air.
Fearing a feather to the earth
Could destroy it and us,
Inside unaware!
All we want is something more
To dream about and to adore.
All we need is a little place
To close our eyes, to end this chase.
The living are moving,
Gracefully
And painfully rushing ahead,
While unraveling the most essential thread
Of the fabric that covers us.
We’ll be waiting for the night,
Waiting for the night
To always come and rescue us,
Feet off the ground,
Our hearts become magnetized.
The warmth of the sun
Is melting the snowflakes
Before they hit the ground.
Hurry, hurry
Come quickly
And leave all logic aside.
Don’t say a word.
Just listen carefully to me.
The world is ours
If we could only let it be.
Every move we make
Will trigger another.
And every small mistake
Will be a messenger…
“The world is ours
If we could only let it be.
The world is ours
If we would only let it be.”
Our lives are weaving like a thread,
Within each other, faithfully,
Sharing in our joys and miseries
And all that the world can give.
Always. Always.
In the depths of our souls,
Flickers of hope
Will show, so clear…
Like a pearl in the sea,
A pearl in the sea.
(the smiles on faces, born in familiar places,
we’ll build ourselves islands upon the deepest oceans.)
For the last time,
This could be the last time
To pull it from the water,
To wear around our necks.
The world is ours
If we could only let it be.
The world is ours
If we would only let it be.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry.
What have you seen?
What have you felt?
Your lips are closed, the curtain’s shut
And all that we can see is on your sleeve.
All that we can see is on your sleeve.
I know from time to time
That hope seems a foreign land.
A distance we cannot reach,
A language we cannot speak.
Your life is hidden in your skin.
Though not entirely so…
Some things can’t be kept.
And through all the things we’ll find out,
We will hold on tighter
To the surface life.
I know from time to time That hope seems but a foreign land.
A distance we cannot reach,
A language we cannot speak.
In your words, the movement of your eyes,
The expressions on your face,
In the rush of your walking.
And through all the things we’ll find out,
We will hold on tighter
To this surface life.
With our closed fists, we will feel like
We’ve succeeded again.
What have you seen?
What have you felt?
Your lips are closed, the curtain’s shut
All that we can see is on your sleeve…
And all that you can see is on my sleeve.
I know from time
That hope seems but a foreign land.
A distance we cannot reach,
A language we cannot speak.
So close,
Yet barely breathing,
My responses are weak.
Though my eyes are shut tightly,
May I see you brightly.
Handshakes and fake smiles
Always make me nervous…
Close the door,
Please, close the door.
We rise and fall
From you,
We rise and fall
Far from you.
Climb, climb, climb…
We fall.
May we learn from
The signals of our past,
The sharpest words we cast
And begin again.
I can hear their voices
Through the walls of this place…
This cold, cold place
We rise and fall from you,
We rise and fall far from you.
So close, Yet barely breathing,
My responses are weak.
Trace these fingerprints, closely now
And they will form what you’re looking for.
We’ll make new prints once more.
Just when we think
There is a chance…
There is never quite enough time left
To prove our beliefs,
To prove we are strong.
We just need some sleep.
We just need some time to clear our crowded minds.
But the curse of opinions and their views
Are promising defeat,
Replacing love with doubt and helplessness.
We just need some sleep.
We just need some time (to catch our breath)
The fears that we feel in our troubled hearts…
Is told to be what will make us last.
We’ll prove that we are strong,
Though our lines are bleeding through.
We are becoming whole, slowly now.
We just need some sleep
To dream away these fears.
We just need some time
To clear our crowded minds.
I feel the light upon my skin,
Like finger-tips
Reminding me that night must end.
Be brave
Like bridges underwater,
Keeping strong beyond their time.
I feel the light upon my skin,
Reminding me that night must end.
There’s something about sadness
that leaves us wanting more,
A sickness that breathes…
From holding on to letting go,
The change is like dying.
Be brave
Like bridges underwater,
Keeping strong beyond their time.
Feel the light upon your skin,
Reminding you that night must end.
Teach me to create
A beautiful past
That makes you proud,
That makes you proud.
Teach me what I need to know
To be strong enough to let go…
Teach me what I need to know
To be strong enough to let go.
It’s just beyond those trees…
The place I’ve been dreaming of.
Will you follow me?
Trust me, I know where I’m going.
It’s somewhere here within the leaves…
There must be some mistake…
Trust me, I know where I’m going
We’ll cut a path out for us
Through the green seas,
We’ll make hallways of leaves
I know it seems it was just some crazy dream
And I know my eyes were closed
But this dream feels more real to me
Than life itself.
My ear is pressed upon this wall,
For behind it is that place.
The door is locked…
I’ll do whatever it takes
(you have to) Trust me, I know where I’m going.
Will you follow me?
Will you follow me, still?
In the moments that I feel
We’re closer than ever before
The world drops out from under our feet.
But I believe the darkest of fights
Prove we’re almost there.
There is always something there
to take our hearts like thieves
There is always something there
to take our hearts (But nothing matters.)
There is always something there to take
When we arrive
We will hear
Voices sing,
Nothing matters.
Nothing matters anymore.
Nothing matters anymore, anymore, anymore.
It’s beginning to get dark.
But don’t worry,
I know where we are,
I know where we are.
Will you follow me, still?
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