Ghosts in the Garden

Описание: [verse 1]
hearts of steel, wayward souls,
exploiting every avenue the city holds.
no boundary line to obey.
we burned the map and went
our own way.
no looking back at what we left
behind.
drunk on a hunger, never satisfied.
small town bandits, a tight knit
pack.
our only law was our brother's
back.
[verse2]
we broke the cage.
we took our pledge.
stealing the sun before it
reached the edge.
[pre-chorus]
brilliant, bitter, bold.
reckless and wild.
never doing what the prophets
foretold.
[chorus 1]
where did the gravity go?
why did you have to grow old?
everything turns into ghosts.
everything turns into
ghosts.
[verse]
time is a mountain, a jagged
climb, leaving summits of the
past behind.
time is a river, cold and wide,
swept away on a heartless tide.
time is a circle, a wheel of rust, spinning our legends into dust.
[chorus 2]
where did the gravity go?
why did you have to grow old?
everything turns into ghosts.
everything turns into ghosts.
[verse ]
I looked for the boy who broke
the book, laughed at the armies
of demon rooks.
I shouted your name till the
foundations shook.
traded metal for rust.
that so quickly faded to
dust.
everything turns into ghosts.
where did you go?
why did you have to leave?
why did you have to grow old?
everything turns into ghosts.
everything turns into ghosts.
[verse]
shout at the fire
shout at the sky
no matter how many tears I cry
Distant Echoed Voices
returning
unconscious desire
[verse]
some secrets aren't for keeping
some dreams weren't meant to stay
some things don't have a reason
why they have to fade away
[outro]
how can you bargain
with the things unknown
some things are better
left as ghosts
and better left alone
everything....everything.......everything
must turn into ghosts

Track 2 | From the album: The Artisan’s Cut Somebody’s Son
Credits:
​Project: Somebody's Son
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A raw, studio-born exploration of the shadows within. "Ghosts in the Garden" is a journey through the "inner garden" of the mind—the memories, the regrets, and the spirits we carry with us. Blending heavy roots with a soulful, haunting edge, this track continues the ongoing journey of Somebody's Son.
​Based out of the Gulf Coast, we make music for the porch, the road, and everywhere in between.
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