Sour Sounds şarkı sözleri

The youngest son is raised He walks with a fire in his eyes And acquires certain taste I'm growing older with age Turns out I'm ready to leave But a part of me will stay Always yours It's a shame how now we get along When I'm already gone I'm the haunting ghost I'm the old familiar feeling That you get when you are all alone When the walls seem ever so respiratory I'm telling stories to keep you at peace The mother of this skin I own is alone This phantom tomb This empty womb My sempiternal attitude towards you Smiles from the attic And sneers from the basement I'm lost The tone is placebo No room for us here For replacement Counteract We connect With the flickering of lights The overwhelming subtle sounds Heard throughout the night I'm the haunting ghost I think we both know I'm better off on my own I'm growing older with age Turns out that I'm the poison You found lying down Without the antidote to keep me close So wipe your bloodshot eyes This world clipped my wings So you gave me yours to fly The youngest son is raised He walks with a fire in his eyes And acquires certain taste But a part of me will stay