The older I get
The more apparent the vignette
That darkens the edges of my vision
The more I regret
Things that haven't happened yet
I'm turning into an apparition
Can you see
Broken expressions
And crooked intentions
Eat at the memory of the people
That I knew when I could see
And every day
Feels like another weary dream
In a life that feels
Like the world's longest night
Like the world's longest night
Like the world's longest night
Like the world's longest night
The older I get
The more apparent the vignette
That darkens the edges of my vision
The more I regret
Things that haven't happened yet
I'm turning into an apparition