Ghosts In The Machine de Anavae

Out of every story,
Why did you have to pick the same one?
Explain me that.
Where is it then?
This might be important to you,
You may have planned out what you wanted.
And i'm erasing it as i go along,
It's funny how they expect me to know who i am.
So how to,

Keep the light in your voice,
How to keep it alive,
How to lie awake at night.

You picked her on the warmest day of this winter,
Chasing shadows on the street,
Catching eye lines so intently.
I don't think we're on the same page any more,
I've turned a few and bent over the corners,
Ghosts in the machine.

Trying to feel something new, something at all,
Oh blame it all on me when you pass on the same old same, old lines.
You're one of those who locks the door behind.

Keep the light in your voice,
How to keep it alive,
How to lie awake at night.

Screaming from the platform that you raised,
Oh under my feet but you can break it down,
Faster than we're building, we're falling.