Phantoms

And we're gonna do some recording. I will try on the bright day of heaven That I do make a sense To come here tonight Oh, I'm trying to get you to I'll never cry right

To land with my own talents Open your eyes You can't comprehend Can't let town turn aside Can't run away from it The symptoms are your life I'm taking my life and time In your life Locked in a morphe It has since I don't understand

The answer never cries To lay on nowhere Where from the sweat of your night and heaven Does it make sense to come here tonight? All time to confuse you Of nothing but my life So round big by your secrets Growing up all over your lives You can come with it In the tender side

In the tender side In the tender side In the tender side In the way right, close and retire your lives You can't comprehend where those hands will tie In the way right, close and retire your lives Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!