Grand Idea - Ghost Dog

Living ´cross the border from yourself

Went for a dive without air at the moment you moved here

Emigrating seemed a grand idea

But now you’ve landed so hard that you cannot see what’s where

In the race against yourself, the needle’s picking up the steam

When you discuss it with yourself, you always wind up disagreeing

And from it lighting up your path, it’s gone to greasing up the beam for a fall

Now your memoirs, it seems, are smoothly ghosted by a scream

Built from a feeling, to a whisper to the signs you didn’t heed

Left you bereft of energy, you cannot write, you cannot read them no more

30.000 days to smithereens

The wall came wrapped in a plan, cloaked in hope and a smokescreen

Blurry how this new state came to be

Like the transitional glimpse between a smell and a memory

In the race against yourself, the needle’s picking up the steam

When you discuss it with yourself, you always wind up disagreeing

And from it lighting up your path, it’s gone to greasing up the beam for a fall

Now your memoirs, it seems, are smoothly ghosted by a scream

Built from a feeling, to a whisper to the signs you didn’t heed

Left you bereft of energy, you cannot write, you cannot read them no more

Living ´cross the border from yourself

Went for a dive without air at the moment you moved here

Emigrating seemed a grand idea

But now you’ve landed so hard that you cannot see what’s where

30.000 days to smithereens

The wall came wrapped in a plan, cloaked in hope and a smokescreen

Blurry how this new state came to be

Like the transitional glimpse between a smell and a memory