Carcer City
Ghosts Part I (The Figure Brushed In White)
Pale eyes and a figure brushed in white, blue Iris
In a distant crowd we remain, motionless
And this world won’t change for us
Maybe I was just young, maybe I was just a fool
Pale eyes and a figure brushed in white, blue Iris
In a distant crowd we remain, motionless
And this world won’t change for us
Maybe I was just young, maybe I was just a fool