Letra de A War in Venice

Wrong person after wrong
Why are the best ghosts dead?
Just like I am in my head
Old guitar, floating balloons
This city of water wasn't made for me
I want to float but I can't cope
Wanting to go home so badly that you felt like moving inside of a tree
Just to see what it's like to be with the realities of attractions
I never met someone so nice that lives so far away from my home
If only you could be with me