Ghosts Songtext
von Conflicting Motive

How many days
How many nights have passed
Every curtain drawn
Every clock is smashed

We′ll shut them out for sure
And barricade the doors
Time is dead to us
As we are to the world

Slow decay
Colors fade, colors fade to grey
All we made
Nothing gold, nothing gold can stay

How many seeds
How many roots have grown
Such an unwelcome guest
Buried deep below


A cabin fever dream
Of dirt and dust collect
Splintered tide of mold
Growing in regret

Sweet decay
Colors fade, colors fade to grey
All we made
Nothing gold, nothing gold can stay

Rituals and tourniquets
Ghosts of lives that never lived
Haunted house with empty halls
Domestically umbilical

Doubtful vines reach for more
Through the kitchen open doors
Burgeoning suspicious blooms
Invading each and every room

So step into the light
Fear and love collide
Limbs that touch the sky
This is us, this is us, this is us, this is us alive!