I
I used to be a ghost.
They said I was always three sheets to the wind.
Like a breeze that never came.
An arid wasteland.
Like the calm before the storm.
Then again...what do they really know?
I used to be a ghost
They said I should take their word...
sight unseen.
Like a mountain never climbed.
This altitude is tearing me down.
I can't catch my breath.
I can't catch a break.
I can't grasp what isn't there.
So who's the ghost now?
So who's playing house down there?
So who cares if I really come crashing down?
This avalanche of spectral dystopia is picking up speed.
So what do they really know about me anyway?
Their secret society of "They" brings a painful resounding
...'cause if they only knew this ghost
was more solid bound to heavenly bonds of uncertain sounds
Then they'd hide their eyes
close their ears
seal their lips
and forget their own ghostly reflections instead of remembering mine.
They said I was always three sheets to the wind.
Like a breeze that never came.
An arid wasteland.
Like the calm before the storm.
Then again...what do they really know?
I used to be a ghost
They said I should take their word...
sight unseen.
Like a mountain never climbed.
This altitude is tearing me down.
I can't catch my breath.
I can't catch a break.
I can't grasp what isn't there.
So who's the ghost now?
So who's playing house down there?
So who cares if I really come crashing down?
This avalanche of spectral dystopia is picking up speed.
So what do they really know about me anyway?
Their secret society of "They" brings a painful resounding
...'cause if they only knew this ghost
was more solid bound to heavenly bonds of uncertain sounds
Then they'd hide their eyes
close their ears
seal their lips
and forget their own ghostly reflections instead of remembering mine.