the ghosts are only in your head... imagination of your own desasters
wo sonst?
wenn man nur all die alten gespenster im kopf loswerden könnte, unvoreingenommen wär, wie ein unbeschriebenes blatt, nicht in andere hineindenken müßte, was im eigenen kopf sitzt. Ja das wäre was.
I've a theory of ghosts and i'm a monster to girls I stick in their heart like a rusty spur But i've a theory of ghosts: They're alive and we're all dead; That they're trying to tell us is that it's this way around
And i've a theory of girls They always seem to leave in the spring As if they know that it hurts more To carry a heartbreak through the summer
In the calender storm, i circled a day and tried to hold on And in the last powercut, I whispered her name 'til the lights came on Smoked my indian pipe Listened to the static, the snow on the wire Smoked my indian pipe Listened to the static, the snow on the wire
I have one photograph that captures her smile But i don't have a tape of her laugh
wow! this is so ethereal and it really portrays the idea of ghosts just lurking around us. do you follow ? you might want to check his work out, i think you would like it.
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