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I'll be the one to let this roof cave in on me Buried in this house, this wooden graveyard by the sea We push away our families to understand our needs The love and all the hate I used to hold in front of me Restless nights, all dizzy spells, all sand between my sheets Showing signs of thirst I try down the boardwalk, all blistered feet And now I know I never knew about you, only me We carried this inside like some disease we couldn't beat But we could work, try to live and get by To make our family in the second-floor apartment Standing on a threshold, body out in flesh, cold Letras de cancionesGo ahead and celebrate the things you lost Try to breathe, to flex and release To cry and work out what underrate apartment (?) Moments are a lifetime Nothing in a straight line This will take a little while just to shake things off Down by water's edge, under the dying tree I let my body slip, so dead inside of me But when I came around some kind of milky face I don't ever want to be alone like this And I will tuck into you like I always want to be Shadows just a shade of black now, darkness in degree Oh it was you who knew we first saw this wasn't meant for kids like me Some hoodoo natural force we only feel we never see But as we (?) in time, a brotherly sigh Their heads got small until they vanished into silence Sinking into white foam, running to a new home They can only understand the things we see Just cease, desist, and leave me like this Their eyes wide open, the beauty of the bright lights Standing on a threshold, body out in flesh, cold I don't ever want to be alone like this, no I have no choice but to be vicious on my feet I never sleep, I never eat I am learning how to be lost completely I want to be found, be craved like things we push away These patterns cut like every day I need you to reach, I need you to need me Down by water's edge, under a dying tree I let my body slip, so dead inside of me But when I came around some kind of milky face Shaking my bones, put me back in my place I don't ever want to be alone like this For me, by the presence of the things I miss I don't ever want to be alone like this For me, by the presence of the things I miss I am becoming a ghost of myself Oh I am becoming a ghost of myself Trapped little secrets, little things we never tell No I am becoming a ghost of myself From Letras Mania