The Days lyrics

Lots of haunters in the west A pretty bright silhouette As the rivers rises trough a lie The houses burn from inside A innocence, behind the words A metaphor, continous into curse My mouth is dry as I get deep The haunters waiting for me to sleep Shades and mourns in all this years I never find the way back home I cannot find someone else near I don't know if there's more to come Days are gone Days with nothing done Days are gone Days with nothing done But I will I know that I will I will Smile One more day