Sour Sounds
The youngest son is raised
He walks with a fire in his eyes
And acquires certain taste
I'm growing older with age
Turns out I'm ready to leave
But a part of me will stay
Always yours
It's a shame how now we get along
When I'm already gone
I'm the haunting ghost
I'm the old familiar feeling
That you get when you are all alone
(Pray He lets me stay)
When the walls seem ever so respiratory
I'm telling stories to keep you at peace
The mother of this skin I own is alone
This phantom tomb
Whis empty womb
My sempiternal attitude towards you
Smiles from the attic
And sneers from the basement
(I'm lost)
The tone is placebo
No room for us here
For replacement
Counteract
We connect
With the flickering of lights
The overwhelming subtle sounds
Heard throughout the night
I'm the haunting ghost
I think we both know
I'm better off on my own
I'm growing older with age
Turns out that I'm the poison
You found lying down
Without the antidote to keep me close
So wipe your bloodshot eyes
This world clipped my wings
So you gave me yours to fly
The youngest son is raised
He walks with a fire in his eyes
And acquires certain taste
But a part of me will stay
He walks with a fire in his eyes
And acquires certain taste
I'm growing older with age
Turns out I'm ready to leave
But a part of me will stay
Always yours
It's a shame how now we get along
When I'm already gone
I'm the haunting ghost
I'm the old familiar feeling
That you get when you are all alone
(Pray He lets me stay)
When the walls seem ever so respiratory
I'm telling stories to keep you at peace
The mother of this skin I own is alone
This phantom tomb
Whis empty womb
My sempiternal attitude towards you
Smiles from the attic
And sneers from the basement
(I'm lost)
The tone is placebo
No room for us here
For replacement
Counteract
We connect
With the flickering of lights
The overwhelming subtle sounds
Heard throughout the night
I'm the haunting ghost
I think we both know
I'm better off on my own
I'm growing older with age
Turns out that I'm the poison
You found lying down
Without the antidote to keep me close
So wipe your bloodshot eyes
This world clipped my wings
So you gave me yours to fly
The youngest son is raised
He walks with a fire in his eyes
And acquires certain taste
But a part of me will stay
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Hawkins
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