Dover - Jeniferever

We hold tight to the ghosts

In the stories

We do everything

That we can to keep them alive

We take turns in turning the pages

In reading the words

In showing the pictures

The failures and the wait

Those days have past

Set sail towards somewhere

We will come to fast

We hold tight to bits of the past

Bits that keep the days

From aging that fast

We take turns in setting the course

What borders to cross

And what places to head to

With their threads and regrets

And the guns that they pull

When they see

That you're on your way

Out from this house that's on fire

From fights you keep losing

That's just a last try for the sand

Not to slip through their hands

And with hundreds of words

They keep holding you back

And with promises

That they keep you off track

But you're better than that

And you're better off happy

Than waking up guilty of faults

And mistakes that never were real

The failures and the wait

Those days have past

Set sail towards somewhere

We will come to fast

The failures and the wait

Those days have past

Set sail towards somewhere

We will come to fast

With our hands tied to

Weights that pull

And drag towards dark waters

With our hands tied to

Ropes reaching for depths

From which we can't come back

With our hands tied to

Weights that pull

And drag towards dark waters

If yours are looser tied

Loosen mine and bring us back

Back up

With our hands tied to

Weights that pull

And drag towards dark waters

With our hands tied to

Ropes reaching for depths

From which we can't come back

With our hands tied to

Weights that pull

And drag towards dark waters

If yours are looser tied

Loosen mine and bring us back