Self Titled Album - Lingering Spirits Lyrics

There's a picture of three ghosts beside my bed
A mother, a daughter and a dad
They look so familiar
Like the whisper of a dream
As if I sat here long enough
They will appear alongside of me

They look like such nice people
So happy and alive
My mind can almost place their names
The memory keeps scratching
Chipping from inside
The eggshell of my skull
It's the only sound I know

There's a picture of two ghosts beside my bed
A man and woman sitting hand in hand
Surrounded by pure nature
Like this will never end
They face towards each others beauty
On the sculpted bench of memory

They look like happy people
So glad to be alive
I think about them every day
Of future plans into elderly life
Together 'til they die
Gliding through a shared life

There's a picture of a ghost beside my bed
An empty eyed, hollowed-faced young man
I recognize his face
I stare at it every day
Faced with the stark reality
That life falls into bleak entropy

He looks back at me brows wrinkled
As if I'm out of place
As though I'm the reflection
And he's the one breathing
He being reality
Me the distorted light
I feel the disconnection
Depersonalized
Horror claims my mind
My personality fades away
Depersonalized
Horror claims my mind
My personality fades away
He winks and says good night