Paroles de Ghost of a Chance
I've stretched my mind till only splinters of the thought are showing through.I've stretched my ligaments to tear, seems like there's never much to do.
To hold myself in place one minute more, is more than I can take.
But I can't give a damn, except that of my own cerebral state.
In the time since you've gone, not so long but the length that it goes seems to shrink much slower
Than the whole in duration, I'm cold, now in tearing my heart, it's my soul approaching a lack.
Am I signed into pain, if I stray from the grain,
Is it black or just gray that I'm fading to trance?
And in time will it drift or just sift through my hands?
Am I left in the cold like this ghost of a chance?
Like this ghost of a chance?
I'm feeling the storm in your eyes.
The rain coming wet as your kiss.
The water as always, is still overtaking the lines.
And in rising the current
Has taken my bliss.
I'm going under.
I'm going under.
In the time since you've gone, not so long but the length that it goes seems to shrink much slower
Than the whole in duration, I'm cold, now in tearing my heart, it's my soul approaching a lack.
Am I signed into pain, if I stray from the grain,
Is it black or just gray that I'm fading to trance?
And in time will it drift or just sift through my hands? And in time will it drift or just sift through my hands?
Am I left in the cold like this ghost of a chance?
Like this ghost of a chance?
I'm going under.
Like this ghost of a chance.
I'm going under.
Like this ghost of a chance.
I'm going under.
Like this ghost of a chance.
Am I signed into pain, if I stray from the grain,
Is it black or just gray that I'm fading to trance?
And in time will it drift or just sift through my hands?
Am I left in the cold like this ghost of a chance?
Like this ghost of a chance?
I'm feeling the storm in your eyes.
The rain coming wet as your kiss.
The water as always, is still overtaking the lines.
And in rising the current
Has taken my bliss.
I'm going under.
I'm going under.
In the time since you've gone, not so long but the length that it goes seems to shrink much slower
Than the whole in duration, I'm cold, now in tearing my heart, it's my soul approaching a lack.
Am I signed into pain, if I stray from the grain,
Is it black or just gray that I'm fading to trance?
And in time will it drift or just sift through my hands? And in time will it drift or just sift through my hands?
Am I left in the cold like this ghost of a chance?
Like this ghost of a chance?
I'm going under.
Like this ghost of a chance.
I'm going under.
Like this ghost of a chance.
I'm going under.
Like this ghost of a chance.
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