Grief Filled Avenues
Your brisk walk, stalactites
From my chest that night
Embossing, taking flight
Escaping from past lives
Drops of green in white
Gazing into mine
Lacking foresight
Half as long, twice as bright
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Streets and rendezvous
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Ghosts of me and you
I see you, in passers by
Defences fortified
Glimmers in the eye
Timbres in voices sly
Locales from that time
Leave traces in my mind
Phantoms, paradigms
Thoughtforms, bells that chime
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Streets and rendezvous
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Ghosts of me and you
There's a sense of something that I lack
But I wouldn't want to go back
There's a sense of something that I lack
But I can't help but hope that
It passes right?
Doubtful but it might
Can barely look in your eyes
Without going blind
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Streets and rendezvous
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Ghosts of me and you
From my chest that night
Embossing, taking flight
Escaping from past lives
Drops of green in white
Gazing into mine
Lacking foresight
Half as long, twice as bright
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Streets and rendezvous
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Ghosts of me and you
I see you, in passers by
Defences fortified
Glimmers in the eye
Timbres in voices sly
Locales from that time
Leave traces in my mind
Phantoms, paradigms
Thoughtforms, bells that chime
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Streets and rendezvous
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Ghosts of me and you
There's a sense of something that I lack
But I wouldn't want to go back
There's a sense of something that I lack
But I can't help but hope that
It passes right?
Doubtful but it might
Can barely look in your eyes
Without going blind
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Streets and rendezvous
There's so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues
Ghosts of me and you
Credits
Writer(s): Maxine Gillon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.