In between a portrait of a boy and a girl
And a painting of a mountain
Is where I was when I first locked eyes with a ghost
The ghost of my future
I felt a cold presence
I felt a cold presence
I felt a cold presence
I felt a cold presence
Struggle sharpens our blade
Struggle sharpens our blade
Struggle sharpens our blade
Struggle sharpens our blade
Struggle sharpens our blade
Struggle sharpens our blade
Struggle sharpens our blade
Struggle sharpens our blade
How many nights can I count the grooves in the ceiling?
Tired of the feeling of feeling too much
I'm hungry, so hungry, for an escape from the motions
Get out of bed, and eat my food, and back to bed, and such and such
I've been having good dreams at night asleep
Of memories I wish I could relive just once
Forgetting it's a dream until I slip back to bed
Back in the same room underneath the same fan
I still remember that cool night three years ago
Running through the wet grass in high top vans
I came across a road with no cars in sight
I laid down in the middle of the street
With my head flat against the asphalt
I could see the stars and the glimmer
Everything was quiet, the breeze was rolling in
And I felt that the sky was really the ground