Grant Squire
Haunted
Your face, a buried memory. Your voice, a distant sound.I left you miles behind while you were sleeping underground.Have you woken, to find yourself alone?Have you spoken, hoping that your words would find their way home?And I'm haunted - in the middle of the nightAnd I'm haunted - by the things I didn't doAnd I'm haunted - 'cause I didn't leave it rightAnd I'm haunted - by youYour life was filled with misery, though you found your ways to hide it by and by.We were the best of friends, agreed there was no need to see eye to eye.How we'd drown are sorrows and laugh at the way the world works.I'd never felt so alone, the day they lowered you in the earthAnd I'm haunted - in the middle of a dreamAnd I'm haunted - out of the blueAnd I'm haunted - by the visions that I've seenAnd I'm haunted - by youYou looked so hard for freedom and embraced it when you could.Doing anything to defeat your boredom, even if it didn't do you any good.You chipped away at yourself, beneath your armor, glowing in the sun.You were a holy one, destined to become forever youngStill I'm haunted - by the words we never spokeAnd I'm haunted - by the silence, deep and trueAnd I'm haunted - by some long forgotten hopeAnd I'm haunted - by you
From Letras Mania