There are other ghosts and voices
Memories and noises
Beneath the dust
Beneath our time

There are other lies and secrets
Foreign knives and tickets
Behind these walls
And ties that bind

The turn of the days
As the circus became your only life

Oh, the turn of the days
And the whispered delays and all you denied

And all I wanted
Is all I need to survive

There are other ghosts and people
Jerrichos and steeples
Will you and I belong?

There are other lies and takers
Borders and forsakers
Will you and I belong?

Oh, with the light of these days
Oh, we fall and we break
And we do not understand

You’re as pure as the tears
That you gave to the dreams
That you could not understand

And all I wanted
Is all I need to survive
To survive
To survive

There are other ghosts and voices
Memories and noises
Beneath the dust
Beneath our time