Ghosts Part I (The Figure Brushed In White)
Carcer City
Pale eyes and a figure brushed in white, blue Iris In a distant crowd we remain, motionless And this world won’t change for us Maybe I was just young, maybe I was just a fool
Pale eyes and a figure brushed in white, blue Iris In a distant crowd we remain, motionless And this world won’t change for us Maybe I was just young, maybe I was just a fool