I'm making
friends with ghosts
I can hear their hellos
I can see their footprints
melt on the floor.
I'm making friends with ghosts
I can feel
their toes
Stepping in my mind
as if they were home
They're
telling me to stop
To read, to count, to work
Their story is as short
as this.
They've put stickers on my books,
It says
"LIES
- it just looks as a real life
but it's out there,
go and look".
I breathe in the morning fog
I feel myself dissolve
I can enter
like a smoke
everywhere
Now I sit in your mind
Can you hear my
hellos?
And see me in your smile
and feel my hands on your hair?
I'm making friends with ghosts
I can see their hellos
I can hear
their footprints
Melt on the wall
I'm making friends with ghosts
I can feel their toes
Stepping in my mind
As if they were
home
(lyrics & music:
CandyCactus)
*this is international English :) |
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