Future Ghosts from Driftwood Head by Native Tongue

I cannot shake that sound of footsteps
A noise that shakes my ground and echoes in my eardrum
I'm seeing different sets of footprints
And trying to follow with a phantom at my heels
Can't hear what future's trying to say to me
Because the past knows all my sins and when it speaks it screams

It always speaks, I always listen,
it splits my head, into divisions
And future ghosts, they blur my vision
I want to run away

In former days they were translucent
Now they're turning opaque and I can't see light through them

Its a biting wind in still rooms
Heavy sense of sin gives birth to sickly blooms
I'm tired of calculated steps
I want to run I want to sing I want to love recklessly again

I feel a great divide
Gaping like a wound
Between old blood and new love
And their pull tears me in two

I feel an empty space
It's weighing heavy and sits down in my chest
I feel prodigal at best

Its a biting wind in still rooms
Heavy sense of sin gives birth to sickly blooms
I'm tired of calculated steps
I want to run I want to sing I want to love recklessly again

I'm chasing future ghosts, what I could have been
Being chased by the ghosts of what I should have been

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