Lyrics

All my shelves are full of dust Weighted down by books I'll never read I dream of doors and passageways Searching for the keys to let me through All I know is the man I aim to be is not a ghost All I want is to find the perfect version Of the one I see inside my head as true I'm still chasing you Below my fingertips the hours slip away I'll never get them back I plant the seeds and do the work Then dig them up before they can take root All I know is the man I aim to be is not a ghost All I want is to find the perfect version Of the one I see inside my head as true I'm still chasing you