Dragging Soul - Ghost Atlas

I feel content enough to

Pace back and forth, around, in any room

To stagger my feet from moving forward towards anywhere at all

Delaying the truth

Dragging my days across the floor

I’ve lost that, which defines me and I can’t be found

You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around

The future’s left behind me, now I can’t back down

You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around

We’ve grown contemptuous, it’s true

Running down the fleeting hours form separate rooms

Sitting with myself inside a coffee shop, the seventh day this week

But I’ll be home soon

Dragging both my feet in through the door

I’ve lost that, which defines me and I can’t be found

You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around

The future’s left behind me, now I can’t back down

You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around

I feel content enough to

Counting down, the ticking clock

The talking stops, the silence doesn’t ceases

I’ve lost that, which defines me and I can’t be found

You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around

The future’s left behind me, now I can’t back down

You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around

The future’s left behind me, now I can’t back down

You shutter at the thought of who I am when you’re not around