Ghost Dog - Grand Idea

Living ´cross the border from yourself.
Went for a dive without air at the moment you moved here.
Emigrating seemed a grand idea
but now you've landed so hard that you cannot see what's where.

In the race against yourself, the needle`s picking up the steam
when you discuss it with yourself, you always wind up disagreeing.
And from it lighting up your path, it's gone to greasing up the beam for a fall.

Now your memoirs, it seems, are smoothly ghosted by a scream
built from a feeling, to a whisper to the signs you didn't heed.
Left you bereft of energy, you cannot write, you cannot read them no more.

30.000 days to smithereens.
The wall came wrapped in a plan, cloaked in hope and a smokescreen.
Blurry how this new state came to be
like the transitional glimpse between a smell and a memory.

David Coverdale - Blindman

I was dreaming of the past,
Why do good times never last
Help me Jesus, show the way
I can't hold on another day

I was hungry, felling low,
I just couldn't make out which way to go
Chasing rainbows that have no end,
The road is long without friend

Be my friend, be my brother,
Be the piper, play the call
Across the seven seas of wonder
Be the guardian of my soul

Just a young man looking homeward,
Watching the sun go down again
Across the water, the sun is shining,
But, will it ever, will it ever be the same

Be my friend, be my brother,
Be the piper, play the call
Across the seven seas of wonder
Be the guardian of my soul

I need somebody, I need someone,
I need somebody to call my own
Like a blindman, I can feel the heat of the sun,
But, like a blindman
I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know where it's coming from

Be my friend, be my brother,
Be the piper, play the call
Across the seven seas of wonder
Be the guardian of my soul

I need somebody, I need someone,
I need somebody to call my own
Like a blindman, I can feel the heat of the sun,
But, like a blindman
I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know where is coming from