Till I step through the window
And doing the things I normally do
Pay the price of admission
Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings
Fell back into the ditch I dug
Seeing which side you're in
Let conscience be so judged
Till I step through the window
Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings
Lately I feel so removed
Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors
Weigh the difference, the scales are turned
Over the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of view
Tied to mistakes, left there for days
Striking and reeling you in
Pay the price of admission
Arrows with strings flung from below
Lately I feel so removed
Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors
