Winter '11 Lyrics & Chords By Old Gray

Every day is the same charade, weary ghosts frequenting their favorite haunts. We're all tired but no one ever moves.

No effort is made until we forget and fade away.

I always found it strange how you found comfort when I spoke in foreign tongue. (In Polish) What do you want from me that you cannot say? What do you want from me that I cannot do?

And my words collapsed like the lungs you've overused, for I've wasted my best fleeting hopes, but they weren't you. I keep my eyes firmly closed, hoping I won't see your face. But you are everywhere a shadow, and I am so alone. I am so alone.
But what are ghosts except memories we can't let go?

Today I am what I never was: I am truly alone. Tomorrow I'll be what I wish I were today: I won't be afraid anymore.