Neal Peterson - I Am The Ghost Of My Former Self текст песни

I take it back, I thought I'd be another key
Another track in your distraction
But summer's gone and here we stand, bed of clover
All our friends have gotten older

No more waiting
No anticipating
Or take your place inside the ground
The end has come around

We believed that money was just a thing
We believed that truth would set us free
We believed that war was just a fad
It makes me sad
It makes me sad