D L Burdon - 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

Written by:
David Burdon

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