echoes of a dark room i remember a late night i was told not to disturb while the crying was inevitable
invisible, i heard a ghost of old pasts something scared you to your bones when you walked in front of the yard
and you said the smoke was old souls telling us they missed us
i know that old stories get you every time and even if it wasn't that, it ain't exactly the best time to let you know that everything ain't going according to plan so i guess we'll leave it as is
unexpected invitation to a old birthday of an old friend i am bringing up many past things to lose myself from the present i hope that this smokescreen won't make you think that i'm just hiding i'm trying to find what's left of what i wanted to be
and i felt the way that it faded there's a curse on this land, or so it feels like on the earth i walk 'round here, speared with old thoughts i can't shake i guess it's inevitable, i've got to leave