The Ghosts We Choose to Live With ft. D L Burdon & His Questionable Intentions Lyrics

I was never in the area but I dreamed about it once

In a memory so vivid i see all the things we lost

We were waiting like mosquitoes, somewhat lacking fortitude

Those bite marks look so good on you and that martyrdom you choose

And still I hear the wild wind calling me back home

Sentimentally, silently through the leaves blows my swan song

The ghosts you choose to live with the reality you don't

You believe theres's a next life and i believe we rot

And still I hear the wild wind calling me back home

Sentimentally, silently through the leaves blows my swan song

It's still hard in the morning and it's harder still by noon

I can focus come the evening but then midnight comes too soon

And still I hear the wild wind calling me back home

Sentimentally, silently through the leaves blows my swan song

It's still hard in the morning and it's harder still by noon

I can focus come the evening but then midnight comes too soon

It's still hard in the morning and it's harder still by noon

I can focus come the evening but then midnight comes too soon

It's still hard in the morning and it's harder still by noon

I can focus come the evening but then midnight

Midnight comes too soon