There are other ghosts and voices
Memories and noises
Beneath the dust
Beneath our time
There are other lies and secrets
Foreign knives and tickets
Behind these walls
And ties that bind
The turn of the days
As the circus became your only life
Oh, the turn of the days
And the whispered delays and all you denied
And all I wanted
Is all I need to survive
There are other ghosts and people
Jerrichos and steeples
Will you and I belong?
There are other lies and takers
Borders and forsakers
Will you and I belong?
Oh, with the light of these days
Oh, we fall and we break
And we do not understand
You’re as pure as the tears
That you gave to the dreams
That you could not understand
And all I wanted
Is all I need to survive
To survive
To survive
There are other ghosts and voices
Memories and noises
Beneath the dust
Beneath our time
