The Ghosts We Choose to Live With (feat. D L Burdon & His Questionable Intentions)

I was never in the area but I dreamed about it once In a memory so vivid i see all the things we lost We were waiting like mosquitoes, somewhat lacking fortitude Those bite marks look so good on you and that martyrdom you choose And still I hear the wild wind calling me back home Sentimentally, silently through the leaves blows my swan song The ghosts you choose to live with the reality you don't You believe theres's a next life and i believe we rot And still I hear the wild wind calling me back home Sentimentally, silently through the leaves blows my swan song It's still hard in the morning and it's harder still by noon I can focus come the evening but then midnight comes too soon And still I hear the wild wind calling me back home Sentimentally, silently through the leaves blows my swan song It's still hard in the morning and it's harder still by noon I can focus come the evening but then midnight comes too soon It's still hard in the morning and it's harder still by noon I can focus come the evening but then midnight comes too soon It's still hard in the morning and it's harder still by noon I can focus come the evening but then midnight Midnight comes too soon