Familiar Ghosts from Split EP by Knife Breath

Here I stand on the sidewalk
Thinking 'bout home
'bout lessons I'll never learn
And places I don't know

I'm so tired of being restless
Getting too nervous to move on
Trying to find some comfort in the silence
Somewhere in the dead of night

These streets are haunted
Some souls will never find their way back home
These streets are haunted
These ghosts keep singing about hope
An we keep planning our futures
Like children painting pictures
Until we come to terms
With what has become of us

What has become of us

Here I stand on the sidewalk
Strangers passing by
Like ghosts chasing dreams of
Better versions of our former lives

And I can't help but wonder
If I have just become one of them
A faceless figure roaming through the silence
Lost in the dead of night

These streets are haunted
Some souls will never find their way back home
These streets are haunted
These ghosts keep singing about hope
And we keep spending our lifetimes
Wandering these streets, holding on
To songs of hope until
We're finding our way back home

Don't be afraid of what's to come
And don't feel unworthy of being loved
Don't be afraid, don't hold on too tight
'Cause you are worthy of being loved

• Pop Punk
• Punk
• alternativ rock
• emopunk
• post-punk
• Germany