TALKTOME

I've had enough of
Waking up ghosts that should sleep
Slipping through concrete
Keep them distant from me
Our house once deep
Rooted in our best seeds
And now we're deeper and deeper
In the debts that we owe
I heard the warnings
I even recorded some of them
Silently calling
Your name into the dark
Unholy waters
You cannot stop 'em from the passenger seat
While driving faster and faster
Than you should

PICK UP THE PHONE
I NEED SOMEBODY TO TALK TO
PICK UP THE PHONE
I NEED SOMEONE TO HOLD ON TO

Watch me wear nothing
But the truth and the sciеnce
That made us
Wanna do this
For mile aftеr mile after mile
We couldn't resist
No, we craved the very feeling that
You get fighting your demons
An easy win only lasts seconds
When you drive faster and faster
Against the wall

Well I got depths of my own
I can only get you out alive if you pick up the phone
I need somebody to talk to
Pick up the phone
I need someone to hold on to

I've had of waking up ghosts that should sleep