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Spectres
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patrick Smith
Patrick Smith
Clarinet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Ferguson
Mike Ferguson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Thurley
Thomas Thurley
Mixing Engineer
Kristian Montano
Kristian Montano
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I felt her hold my hand again But she wasn't there Turned my head anyways To see how I'd fare Just her favourite coat Draped on her chair The smell of her perfume still clings to the air The scars on my arm Remind me that I'm still alive Coldness creeping closer This time it's different This time I hear her through song It's all about the song in my head The one that will bring her back from the dead It's all about the song in my heart The afterlife won't keep us Through the garden's path Each step a chore Leads to the bottom of the bottle And then to the floor Face down and weary I can't close my eyes Not while she sings to me so sublime A melody familiar of a distant song The words won't come out So I can't sing along The scars on my arm Remind me that I'm still alive Darkness creeping closer This time it's different This time I hear her through song It's all about the song in my head The one that will bring her back from the dead It's all about the song in my heart The afterlife won't keep us The tune of her melody Tolls over and over again With nothing but spectres as company Languished in torment now lead me to believe That she really could be out there And maybe I could bring her home Half complete A Gemini with just two feet And nothing to walk away from So I'll carry on I'll follow the path of her song It's all about the song in my head The one that will bring her back from the dead It's all about the song in my heart The afterlife won't keep us It's all about the song in my head The one that will bring her back from the dead It's all about the song in my heart The afterlife won't keep us apart
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