Of Lives We've Never Known

And the strings swell in my mind

Of elegance and perfect time

Of lives we’ve never known

Kick down the door for the marching ghosts

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh

Our mind is a choir who cannot rest

Lest we sing of ghosts until our death

Hearts and beats and elegies

This symphony shall set us free

I could write a symphony, a symphony

For you

Now we hear the slow, slow fade

The pen, it lingers above the page

Of lives we’ll never know

Kick down the doors for the marching ghosts

I could write a symphony, a symphony for you

Should I follow through? Should I follow through?