All my shelves are full of dust
Weighted down by books I’ll never read
I dream of doors and passageways
Searching for the keys to let me through
All I know is the man I aim to be is not a ghost
All I want is to find the perfect version
Of the one I see inside my head as true
I’m still chasing you
I’m still chasing you
Below my fingertips the hours slip away
I’ll never get them back
I plant the seeds and do the work
Then dig them up before they can take root
All I know is the man I aim to be is not a ghost
All I want is to find the perfect version
Of the one I see inside my head as true
I’m still chasing you, I’m still chasing you
All I know is the man I aim to be is not a ghost
All I want is to find the perfect version
Of the one I see inside my head as true
to find the perfect version
Of the one I see inside my head as true
to find the perfect version
Of the one I see inside my head as true