Sons & Daughters. Rebel With The Ghost. Zeneszám

I can hear her late at night
Rattling along the corridor
Wearing my name around my neck
I'd long forgotten who I was

So I rebel with the ghost
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading
Used to fall for it all
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation

A specter of your former self
No reflection in the mirror, when you least expect
Wearing my name around my neck
Apparently just self-possessed

So I rebel with the ghost
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading
Holding on to the wall
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation

I rebel with the ghost
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading
Used to fall for it all
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation

I rebel with the ghost
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading
Holding on to the wall
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation