Devolving temptations
Break the bonds we’ve built
Rooted in impatience
We keep the blood we’ve spilt
In jars to display it
For our distorted sights
Actively ignoring the parts we didn’t like
I can’t see this through to the end
Too many breaches to defend
Even if this could be worked out
Our words would never have much clout
We were all alone then
Because we acted the same
Like we were helpless agents
In an endless chain
How we dwelt there how we wept
Over truth that we can’t accept
I can’t see this through to the end
Too many breaches to defend
Even if this could be worked out
Our words would never have much clout
And the ghost keeps calling
So you’re driving down the road
And you’re not going back
Try to think of something
That will make you want to go
Because you’re not going back
And the ghost keeps calling
So you’re driving down the road
And you’re not going back