It's in our minds: nothing changes
We drove far beyond the grids of the ancient coast
Which is haunted by the seeds of deep hopes
They woke up this morning, and they'll grow
Fade in time
Fall asleep
They need it, they love it, machines of sleep
Lay your head low and close your eyes
They love it, they need it, machines of sleep
There, these are the moments we shared
Gone through places we've lost
Where no one else will ever reach such motions in time
And emotions and tastes
But caught by the haunted, not every word is coming right
Not all the noises are heard in their right phases
These are the ghosts we fear,
These are the ghost we fear
These are the ghosts we fear -
The ones driving along our chariot
These are the ghosts we fear -
Wheels and chairs, engines and tires
Windshields and mirrors, driving backwards -
These are the ghosts we fear
