Paroles de Gloam

The reckless oaths of youth Our futures, shrouded with ghosts Each division, with precision, tears me up Are you receiving transmissions? Do you copy? What’s your position? Is anybody out there? A stranger in my own home Re-ignited fear Open my eyes & disappear With colourful flaws That echo through eternity Our division, my superstitions haunt me Does it crush you? (I feel it crush me) I’m at fault Does it linger? (A constant looming) Re-offender I can’t pass on blame when its there to share. A fading image of who we were. My recollections come and go. On repeat, constant cycles. These divisions, my inhibitions come and go Finding things I thought I’d lost Losing things I’d never had These divisions, their incisions, cut me up. Sometimes we lose our way But I can hold dear those memories