Dark, plasterboard ocean in the walls of this house
Eyes filled with emotion stay calm and figure this out
Too cold to fall asleep too tired to try and make ends meet
Oh my head aches all the time
Purge my lungs through smoke and brine
Drink down your bread with bitter wine
For my lips are dry
My ghosts have been
Haunting me recently they've been
Telling me what to see
My ghosts have been
Offering me whispering doubts in the night
Claustrophrenia describes these voices taking flight and so
I'll be smiling through their calls as I fall
Like a prince of the wind
Tired of my aching limbs
Set me free
