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Back Again
02:55
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You try to cut so deep when you say these things
To me though you're just falling, while I am growing wings
Drinking night, once again til light
And I'm trying not to see
Flashes in my head of what is dead
But accepted? Unlikely.
You're back again
And I don't want to do this, I don't want to feel this
Back in my head
Deep under my skin
I'm turning down
Every strangers gaze, I am trapped in the haze and I
Don't have much fuel
Left in my reserves
You're in the air like incense
And I breath you in
Try to blow the scent out but,
It's stuck to my skin
Smoking day when I feel this way
Turn the lowest into high
I need a cure, not something pure
Turn my water into wine
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They try to understand
They try to feel their way
They're getting far too close
But I don't know what to say
Connections in my skull
Warning me it's too late
What if I could make it right
If I could fix your mistakes
And then a breath outside brings me away
If it's too late to die, could I just stay?
Could you even make it home
With a heart as heavy as stone
You've had enough of all of this
Locked doors and an unfamiliar kiss
Got caught red handed so
You blame it all on them
Great plan you've got there so
It's all forgiven then
Confusion, disregard
Warns me that it's too late
This is a step too far
I won't fix your mistakes
You've had enough of all of this
Locked doors and an unfamiliar kiss
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Burning Time
03:27
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Touching these changing colours
Am I aware of what's coming
Pushing against the walls
Am I insane, wait who's talking
My eyes are burning through all this
Vision it burns anew
Turning, falling, changing, symptoms
It has unturned a screw
Crucify my mind
You think I'm used to this
I promise I ain't
Dying from all the love
It's all up here
I'm talking to the devil
all up here, all up here, talking to the devil
Living life in a fast line
Burning up all my spare time
Really just think this through
What does this mean to you?
To me it's escape from lies
Why don't you give it a try
I am not the boy I was
A man trying to deal with loss
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Haunting My Own Ghost
05:11
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I swear my ghost is following me
Further than I ever thought
It's not like him to behave this way
It's not what he's ever been taught
If I could show you where this ends
You would not smile at me again, my friend
You are incomplete
You are missing a piece
And to dig and try and change that, is a hard thing indeed
Oh please bring that piece back to me
It's hard living inside of a world
That only wants to push and pull
(But) inside this world I'll continue to live
A blasphemous disciple
And one more time I questioned you, you
If you could do it would you take, me back to that place
And if that ghost keeps following I'll haunt it back myself
Cause this won't do. I'm crumbling like a cliff face by the sea
I wanna be that man, just be that man like you
And if I can't, then you can just render me incomplete
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