Through the night, when I'm all alone,
I'm turn on these quiet lights, so I can rest my bones.
But,
These ghosts inside the outside of my head
Won't let me rest in peace, inside my bed.
Slick sheets and sweat and skin, manifestations of my sin,
Are the symptoms of my fickle fiendish friend.
Figures fleeting, flashing out of sight, in cinematic grainy tone.
The dark distorts the image of the light, ha.
Home sweet home.
Sound amplifies and fades without a trace,
And steals the innocence of sonic space.
You echo 'round the bend, but I guess I'll just pretend
That I didn't see my fickle fiendish friend.
Creature, creature, tell me, give me anything
To stem the blackened flowing of my dreams.
My darting eyes, I promise, will take anything
To stop the goddamn howling of your screams.
These ghosts inside the outside of my head,
Won't let me rest in peace, inside my bed.
And I'll cower to the end, though I know I can't pretend
That I didn't see my fickle fiendish friend.
These ghosts inside the outside of my head,
Won't let me rest in peace, inside my bed.
Slick sheets and sweat and skin, manifestations of my sin,
Are the symptoms of my fickle fiendish friend.
These are the symptoms of my fickle fiendish friend.
credits
from How To Take A Fall,
released November 18, 2014
Jad Hammoud - Guitar/Vox
Peter Klaassen - Bass
Josh Wynnyk - Drums
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