Ailments of grey
Cover these hurtful limbs
A seething anger grows
Voiceless come your calls
Dead words speak
(They speak to me at night
And sometimes I get frightened)
Gives no peace
(They give no peace at night
And sometime I'll get frightened
'Cause sometimes they are right)
I can't seem to rid this burden I bear
Ghost of misty mornings, please, disappear
It sickens and destroys
Everything I've built
And tears down the walls
With anger and guilt
Dead words speak
(They speak to me at night
And sometimes I get frightened)
Give no peace
(They hunt me at night
And sometimes I get frightened
'Cause sometimes they are right)
I can't seem to rid this burden I bear
Ghost of misty mornings, please, disappear
