Self-Titled > Drone
Drone
Can hear the ghosts?Whispering the words they speak to me
I don't think I'm crazy
But I can't know for sure
They make me question every move
In every thought I have of you
It was a cold night
I left my self behind the wheel
Did I crash my car?
How did I get here?
I hear it, this drone it lingers in my ear
Speaking poems, monotone and clear
Behind every thought,
Under every prayer
And I can hear you speak
I can hear the words I should have said
There echoing in my bones
This steady drone
Of a life that would have been
Had I been a better friend
And if I go this way or that, speak my mind or take it back
Does it matter?
And if I would have been a better friend to you would it have mattered?
Would it have mattered?
