Well I'm sure you'd feel haunted
Because you'd want to

And I'm sure you'd feel wasted
Well, that's me* not you

Because I'd go out with a flash of light
And at least I'd tried and I'd stay to fight
For the smallest grain, of the smallest rights,
That can make me feel alive

And I'm sure you'd feel cheated
Though I couldn't fake you

Perhaps you'd feel unwanted
I never meant that for you

And I when cradled a stream of fire
It burnt too close to my desire
Yet still when the ****** put out their lights
I'd still stay to watch yours too

So tonight when we lay awake for hours
Try to slip away the clock and
burn down the towers which have
built a gap between our feet

And Forced a laboured retreat

Tonight, don't think the word defeat
but relight a phantom candle, let a
glow dwindle, continue to thrive.
Tonight is the last night we are alive.

Tomorrow feel wasted,
cheated,
haunted,
forgotten
and Lost

Tonight, accost your senses with nonsense
and slip a away a grieving veil
Tonight feel
Free
Phantom
Pale

And, for now, just
Breathe with me