Ghosts in The Glass - (Song)

Описание: This is a song. Follows the same themes as Painted In Smoke but was a different take on the same sort of ideas that I wanted to do; so I did both.

[Lyrics]
I built a house out of whispers and threads,
Wrote the names of my fears on the walls in red.
Kept a key in my pocket for a door that won't lock,
Heard the wind call my name, but it never talks back.

Every friend is a breath on a cold, fogged pane,
Gone as quick as the warmth that they came.
Love is a vine that chokes when it climbs,
And I've cut it down so many times.

My hands shake from holding what slips through the cracks,
Time’s a thief in the night that never gives back.
All the strings I’ve tied unravel slow —
I wish I didn’t know, I wish I didn’t know.

Ghosts in the glass, they watch me fade,
Reflections of faces I can't quite name.
Lover’s breath, frost on the glass,
Every promise turns into ash.
Ghosts in the glass, just echoes that pass.

I've traced constellations on ceilings alone,
Patterns that broke like brittle bone.
Skills I sharpened now dull and blunt,
Tongues that knew me now twisted and shut.

Spent years painting gold on a paper crown,
It flaked and fell, now I can't put it down.
Traded truth for a mask that I can't unmake,
Trapped in a mirror that fractures and breaks.

Curtains of dust on a stage where I played,
Every script just a game of charades.
Every touch leaves a bruise I can't show —
I wish I didn’t know, I wish I didn’t know.

Ghosts in the glass, they watch me fade,
Reflections of faces I can't quite name.
Lover’s breath, frost on the glass,
Every heartbeat a ghost that won’t last.
Ghosts in the glass, just echoes that pass.

I walked through halls lined with echoes of me,
Heard all the voices I tried to unsee.
All the doors I locked just to keep myself in,
Every loss a scar scratched into my skin.

If I am a house, I am haunted for good,
By the things I couldn't keep, the things I withstood.
If all of these ruins will one day be gone,
Who will recall what I tried to become?

Lullabies wilt like roses of clay,
Petals that turn to a shade of gray.
I held my breath to hold onto time,
But nothing waits; it all unwinds.

Skills and fortunes fade from my grasp,
Names on my tongue just slip like sand.
All of my mirrors are cracked and worn —
Every reflection a face I’ve mourned.

Ghosts in the glass, I watch them fade,
Reflections of faces that can't remain.
Ashes to ashes, dust into dust,
Everything precious just turns into rust.
Ghosts in the glass, just echoes that pass,
And I wish I didn't know, I wish I didn't know.