How come I can't see you,
How come I can't feel your face,
I've seen too many red lights,
In this town I can't seem to find any grace.
How come I can't hold you closer,
The voices holding me back, me back,
How come I've been stuck with red light,
The voices holding me back.
Ghost voices holding me back.
I don't know if these shades of red,
are keeping me up, keeping me up,
I don't know what's in my head,
But it's keeping me up, keeping me up.
I don't feel my fingertips,
But keep filling me up, filling me up,
I don't know if I've lost my grip,
But keep filling me up, filling me up,
How come I can't know you,
How come I can't know you better,
How come when I feel like there's something going different,
It's only when you're not closer.
How come when you touch my life,
I can't separate anything I do from things I share with you.
Why is it when I'm stuck with the red lights,
The ghost voices become a tattoo.
I don't know if all these shades of red,
are keeping me up, keeping me up,
I don't know what's in my head,
But it's keeping me up, keeping me up.
I don't feel my fingertips,
But keep filling me up, filling me up,
I don't know if I've lost my grip,
But keep filling me up, filling me up.
It's keeping me up, keeping me up,
Don't be so afraid,
Of this unruly mess I've made,
Keep filling me up, filling me up,
It keeps me up at night,
I can't show myself the light.
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