Portugal

I've been living life as a thief these days,
lying low and feeding from my past mistakes.
I built a shrine in a prayer box case
to lead our fears away.
I had this dream where i carried your ghost
to a grave that can never be named.
On this suburb to where I decay
is a home i shall never betray.

Good luck.

I was down, I was consumed by fear,
left waiting for the haze to descend.
Until your touch, exhumed my regrets
to regress to a feeling of contempt.
From this power, led responsibilities
but I haven't the prowess to keep up.
For when I rise, I shall surely fall
and we both will tumble to the wreck.

Good luck.

I live my life as a ghost these days,
regretting much and haunting all my past mistakes.
I miss the chaos and subtle displays,
my love it never fell to waste.
Don't fear the worst, oh my dear it's saved,
your sadness was never in vain.