Texty:
Sleeping At Last Ghosts

In the darkest of nights, The city of lights Will pour unto us. Creeping inside Through our sleepy eyes, Contagiously bright Like sunlight and rain

direction, I have no control, No way to know where currents pull. All the weight of my intentions Are making it so hard To breathe the air at all. I see

almost hear it. The symphony of secrecy, love and fear. (search for love, but finding fear.) Like a moth to a flame, we become helpless To the beautiful ghosts

Say what you really want to say And the truest of forms will show Finally you'll find your soul They impose the endless fight To always be perfect.

some sleep. We just need some time (to catch our breath) The fears that we feel in our troubled hearts... Is told to be what will make us last. We'

are not the enemy. We could hold our breath forever Or maybe for a while... The best will surely come. Until then we'll feel nothing, Until then we'll feel nothing at

smoke after Catch you at your show, snatch ya Empty out the dough faster Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo' splasher Four-packer, Southside nigga spittin' coke at

, 86 got guards on, Benetton rugbies And frames that fake guns when they rob [Incomprehensible] To them that's natural action play the [Incomprehensible] We gettin' at

over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Rappel on fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear, in his last