Walking empty streets and lanes Sometimes stumbling without a thought
Walk like a sleepwalker Talk like a ghost Casting glances to the air Mouth moves like a mannequin Looking sideways at you wondering where you could be
Move as a shadow Edging step by step Walking a phantom sensibility
I look back longing Wishing for somewhere else to be Your swansong books my sensitivity And its mirrored in me And its mirrored in me
Walking empty streets and lanes Sometimes stumbling without a thought
Walk like a sleepwalker Talk like a ghost Casting glances to the air Mouth moves like a mannequin Looking sideways at you wondering where you could be
Move as a shadow Edging step by step Walking a phantom sensibility
I look back longing Wishing for somewhere else to be Your swansong books my sensitivity And its mirrored in me And its mirrored in me And its mirrored in me