Ghost Address - Cord Allman | Gemini (Official Leak)

Описание: The mail still arrives at the house, but the occupant left years ago to live inside a memory of "Someday." This is the lore of the Spiritually Displaced—the people who own land but possess no peace, and the people who possess nothing but are finally starting to own themselves. It is the coordinates for the "In-Between," where the only way to find your home is to lose your zip code.

(Intro) "Return to Sender"

(Verse 1) You’ve got a zip code, a porch, and a light But you’re wandering the hallways in the middle of the night Looking for yourself in the marble and the chrome But a house is just a body when there isn't any "home." And you—out there—with the wind in your coat Writing letters to a God on a five-dollar note You’re both living at a Ghost Address Pinned between the "More" and the "Infinite Less."

(Pre-Chorus) The mail is piling up, but the soul isn't in Trying to find a "Where" to hide a "Who" you’ve been You’re unlisted, you’re drifting, you’re out on the edge...

(Chorus) You’re living at a Ghost Address Searching for a heart in a hollowed-out chest It doesn’t matter if the roof is gold or sky If you’re spiritually homeless, you’re just passing by. Come home to the High, come home to the Love The only fixed point is the Source up above (The Unconditional...) Yeah, stop living in the "In-Between."

(Verse 2) Let’s apply the pressure to the "Spiritually Displaced" Every person I meet has a "nowhere" face. The homeowner’s ghost is the "What will they think?" The homeless man’s ghost is the "One more drink." Both of you are squatting in a life that isn't yours Stuck in the lobby, never walking through the doors Unconditional Love is the only real ground Where the lost and the "housed" can finally be found.

(Bridge): Belonging is a state of being, not a deed. You are the soil, Love is the seed. If you don't dwell within, you’ll always be a guest. Stop the "Ghost" living. Enter the Rest.

(Chorus) You’re living at a Ghost Address Searching for a heart in a hollowed-out chest It doesn’t matter if the roof is gold or sky If you’re spiritually homeless, you’re just passing by.

(Outro) Update your location. The High is your habitat. Welcome home.