Old Gray - Winter '11

[Raphael:]
Every day is the same charade:
weary ghosts frequenting their favorite haunts.
We’re all tired but no one ever moves.

[Cameron:]
No effort is made until we forget and fade away.

[Raphael:]
I always found it strange how you found comfort
when I spoke in foreign tongue. (In Polish)
What do you want from me that you cannot say?
What do you want from me that I cannot do?

[Charlie:]
And my words collapsed
like the lungs you’ve overused,
for I’ve wasted my best fleeting hopes,
but they weren’t you.
I keep my eyes firmly closed,
hoping I won’t see your face.
But you are everywhere a shadow,
and I am so alone. I am so alone.

[Raphael:]
But what are ghosts except memories we can’t let go?

[Cameron and Raphael:]
Today I am what I never was: I am truly alone.
Tomorrow I’ll be what I wish I were today: I won’t be afraid anymore.