Psycho Babble - Ghosts

I wander these streets looking for you
Am I some kind of fool
Holding on to something in time
Of the ghosts I can't find

I travel those places
It seems so distant now
Look for the faces
They're gone and things move on
It's all gone

Memories in a void
Was it better then ?
Distorted visions
But I remember them
And again

I wander these streets looking for you
Am I some kind of fool
Holding on to something in time
Of the ghosts I can't find

Voices haunt me
As I'm taking every turn
Old shop windows
Reflect the past again
It flickers there

Did I see you
Staring from the crowd
Every street and station
Echoes the past so well
A drifting cloud

I wander these streets looking for
I some kind if fool
Holding on to something in time
Of ghosts I can't find

You've got to let go
Of all things that you know
But it's not easy
So appease me
When I need you

I wander these streets looking for
Am I some kind if fool
Holding on to something in time
Of ghosts I can't find

I wander these streets looking for you
Am I some kind if fool
Holding on to something in time
Of the ghosts I can't find

Ghosts I can't find
Ghosts I can't find
Ghosts I can't find
Ghosts I can't find
Ghosts I can't find
Ghosts I can't find

I wander these streets

Written by:
Andrew Ruff

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