vagabondprophet:

I think I’m in despair

The wind is in the trees

Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me

Is this future’s gate?

Where my dreams retreat?

And all my memories are just memories of memories?

And a-folded in a dream

Pitch-black and glowing blue

A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’

Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes

I saw my pale last days

Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’

Ah-oh, I know a way to get back

This don’t have to end

A way to get back

And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them

Then he wished me plain

As he flew away

Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day

And he wished me plain

Ordinary death

Said he’d be back after I escaped it

oh

I’ve seen how they are

How they’d all sell their souls

In little bits and pieces, til they get old

They don’t make a dent

In indifference

We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them

But I want to go back

If this is the end

I want to go back

Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’

Not to haunt them, haunt them

Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt

Haunt them, haunt them

Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.