Grey hairs form a ring around my head Don't know how they got there Maybe I should dye 'em red I wonder how people can talk about the past then go to bed The space around me fills with specters of what I should've said The past is a presence The future is pretend And the present is a pastor Trying to make it all make sense Will I ever leave this place This world that I am trying to break? The mind is such a funny space With these specters centerstage I wander through these cities trying to see myself In reflections, my infection I find you once again In the bed that we made And the things that we craved that always had to end The past is unfinished The future is a friend 'Cause the present is diminished By the demons I defend Will I ever leave this place This world that I am trying to break? The mind is such a funny space With these specters centerstage These ghosts of seasons past All these fears that everlast Oh, they haunt me Oh, they haunt me But all they've ever known Is to live and find a home All they wanted (All they wanted) All they wanted