The Ghosts Of Who We Were (Adair)

Bodies littering the streets Hear the sadness filter through the trees Makes its way into our lungs and in our dreams You can bottle up our voice Sealed and labeled with a made up choice Sell it on an on until we bleed Feed the fire Until there’s nothing left to burn Except ourselves Except ourselves Nothing left to burn Except ourselves Except ourselves Nothing left to burn Buildings rise Emptying our eyes Take a number get in line In this prison we’ve designed I see the man Dying in the spotlight Carving out his heart Blood on his guitar Feed the fire Until there’s nothing left to burn Except ourselves We bury ourselves Under so much formality Now we dance around each other Careful not to breathe We’re hiding in the air In between the rain Falling with the leaves Dying where we lay We are the ghosts of who were Passing through these walls Haunting our own hearts Dead to one and all We’re hiding in the air In between the rain Falling with the leaves Dying where we lay We are the ghosts of who we were Passing through these walls Haunting our own hearts Dead to one and all We’re hiding in the air In between the rain Falling with the leaves Dying where we lay We are the ghosts of who we were Passing through these walls Haunting our own hearts Dead to one and all We’re hiding in the air In between the rain Falling with the leaves Dying where we lay The ghosts of who we were Passing through these walls Haunting our own hearts We are the ghosts of who we were