Ghost
Claudio Sanchez
I fuss and fight my curiosity
With welcome hums and fragment fingers, twitched anxiety
Here it comes, a clean slate, picture perfect, no mistakes
How am I to keep from blemishing this masterpiece?
How am I to know? How am I to know?
As a boy, I watched the world through broken eyes
Given to me by a man, his wife and all they had disguised
Uncertainty now keeps me asking how I'll lead the most
As they became, or will I teach the examples of their ghost?
Freeing me from this body
I just wanna, wanna be on the outside looking in
Freeing me from this body
I just wanna, wanna be on the outside looking in
Free me
Free me