THE EARLY MORNING MIST RISES
AND SWIRLS ACROSS THE THINK BLACK LINE
I FOLLOW INTO THE WAITING TUNNEL OF GREY
THE WATER RIPPLES ACROSS THE SURFACE
BREAKING AGAINST THE BANKS
SO FAR FROM TOUCHING
SOMETIMES IT SEEMS THAT THE LIGHT
PLAYS TRICKS ON YOUR MIND OUT HERE
BUT IT'S ONLY THE GHOSTS OF YOU PAST
SILENTLY COMING HOME
IT FEELS LIKE I'VE ALWAYS BEEN HERE
LIKE I WAS BORN TO BE
ALWAYS IN THE CORNER OF MY MIND
BUT THE FURTHER ON I TRAVEL
THE LESS CHANCE THERE IS
THAT
I'LL EVER BE ABLE TO LOOK BEHIND
NOW AS THE CITY WAKES UP
ALL AROUND I SEE AND HEAR
THE WONDERS OF THIS MODERN WORLD
BUT I'LL BE FAR AWAY, DRIFTING GENTLY
ALONE WITH THE GHOSTS OF MY PAST
SILENTLY COMING HOME.....
ALONE WITH THE GHOSTS OF MY PAST
SILENTLY COMING HOME.....
