Little Talks – Of Monsters and Men

There’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back.
Well tell her that I miss our little talks.
Soon it will be all over,
and buried with our past.
We used to play outside when we were young,
and full of life and full of love.

Some days I don’t know if I am wrong or right.
Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear.

Because though the truth may vary this
ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.

Don’t listen to a word I say.
The screams all sound the same.
Though the truth may vary this
ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.

You’re gone, gone, gone away.
I wish you’d disappear.
All that’s left is a ghost of you.
Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart.
There’s nothing we can do.
Just let me go, I mean against you.