Talk To Me
This night has led a merry dance for hours
Voices from a distant past empowered
The judgement of this moment
Baleful, cold and stark
Penance for a brighter day, lying in the dark
I close my eyes and try to sleep
That's when the keepers of my conscience talk to me
I close my eyes to find some peace
That's when the ghosts of misdemeanour talk to me
Listening to the aching walls of this house
Reruns of the moments when life sours
Twisted sheets and thoughts laid upon a bed of blame
The hours between dark and light
Is where the guilt remains
I close my eyes and try to sleep
That's when the keepers of my conscience talk to me
I close my eyes to find some peace
That's when the ghosts of misdemeanour talk to me
An angry clock accuses
And all defence stands useless
Buried memories will fight
To have their moment in the light
Drag the past into plain sight
And when I close my eyes and try to sleep
That's when the keepers of my conscience talk to me
I close my eyes to find some peace
That's when the ghosts of misdemeanour talk to me
Black clouds are forming
Dark thoughts are crawling
Up from the depths where they've laid
Black clouds are forming
Dark thoughts are crawling
This is the bed that you made
Voices from a distant past empowered
The judgement of this moment
Baleful, cold and stark
Penance for a brighter day, lying in the dark
I close my eyes and try to sleep
That's when the keepers of my conscience talk to me
I close my eyes to find some peace
That's when the ghosts of misdemeanour talk to me
Listening to the aching walls of this house
Reruns of the moments when life sours
Twisted sheets and thoughts laid upon a bed of blame
The hours between dark and light
Is where the guilt remains
I close my eyes and try to sleep
That's when the keepers of my conscience talk to me
I close my eyes to find some peace
That's when the ghosts of misdemeanour talk to me
An angry clock accuses
And all defence stands useless
Buried memories will fight
To have their moment in the light
Drag the past into plain sight
And when I close my eyes and try to sleep
That's when the keepers of my conscience talk to me
I close my eyes to find some peace
That's when the ghosts of misdemeanour talk to me
Black clouds are forming
Dark thoughts are crawling
Up from the depths where they've laid
Black clouds are forming
Dark thoughts are crawling
This is the bed that you made
Credits
Writer(s): Marc Laming, Sean Cochrane, Wesley Doyle
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