A memorious leave
So hard to be a gentleman and discreet
When the silence won't cease
A strike in words so tragically
Mouthprints lead down the sleeve
Cinders on timbers piled up so high
All you were led to believe
Are just ghosts trails through a darkened sky
Turn around, and look behind
Ghost trails through a darkened sky
Spill those words of distaste
Sink the eyelids and come clean
All of the months were a waste
Sleeping sickness, no eat, too lean
Misdeeds are inaccurate
When breathing sentences matter
Only speaking in facts
The pattering forward never faster
Turn Around, and look behind
Ghost trails through a darkened sky
Turn Around
Turn Around, and look behind
Ghost trails through a dark
Only speaking in facts, the wandering dark is never fast
As if you don't get that one back
As if it never ever happened
