Grey hairs form a ring around my head
Don't know how they got there, maybe I should dye 'em red
I wonder how people can talk about the past and go to bed
The space around me fills with specters of what I should've said
The past is a presence, the future is pretend
And the present is a pastor, tryna make it all make sense
Will I ever leave this place
This world that I am trying to break?
The mind is such a funny space
With these specters centerstage
I wander through these cities tryna see myself
In reflections, my infection, I find you once again
In the bed that we made and the things
That we craved that always had to end
The past is unfinished, the future is a friend
'Cause the present is diminished by the demons I defend
Will I ever leave this place
This world that I am trying to break?
The mind is such a funny space
With these specters centerstage
These ghosts of seasons past
All these fears that everlast
Oh, they haunt me
Oh, they haunt me
But all they've ever known
Is to live and find a home
All they wanted (All they wanted)
All they wanted
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