A.O.M.M.
Spectre of my waking life
Hair like an Autumn forest on fire
Wailing your song 'til I expire
I'll sing it with you if you don't mind
Calling from a photograph
Your outline won't permit your exit
The few things that I got left
Chain you down to my growing madness
Making deals with myself
Maybe someday summon your presence
Just another one of those men
Who struggle
With learning this lesson
I can only hear you talk
Through all those preachers on A.M. radio
But my radio don't turn on
Your phantom voice to my destination
Ghost of every normal thought
Creeping up
Closing the distance
Blank stares from the shape you were
Appear to me in dark and slumber
Every time I close my eyes
Blasting through the barely covered
Standing in a wasteland there
I can see your footprints leading nowhere
Making deals with the Devil
Eternity for a single moment
I would give anything to see you again with my eyes open
I can only hear you talk
Through all those preachers on A.M. radio
But my radio don't turn on
Your phantom voice to my
Destination
Spectre of my waking life
Hair like an Autumn forest on fire
Wailing your song 'til I expire
Hair like an Autumn forest on fire
Wailing your song 'til I expire
I'll sing it with you if you don't mind
Calling from a photograph
Your outline won't permit your exit
The few things that I got left
Chain you down to my growing madness
Making deals with myself
Maybe someday summon your presence
Just another one of those men
Who struggle
With learning this lesson
I can only hear you talk
Through all those preachers on A.M. radio
But my radio don't turn on
Your phantom voice to my destination
Ghost of every normal thought
Creeping up
Closing the distance
Blank stares from the shape you were
Appear to me in dark and slumber
Every time I close my eyes
Blasting through the barely covered
Standing in a wasteland there
I can see your footprints leading nowhere
Making deals with the Devil
Eternity for a single moment
I would give anything to see you again with my eyes open
I can only hear you talk
Through all those preachers on A.M. radio
But my radio don't turn on
Your phantom voice to my
Destination
Spectre of my waking life
Hair like an Autumn forest on fire
Wailing your song 'til I expire
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Quiggle
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