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As this world we pass through seems less and less tangible, the words to this song feel more and more true. Are we ghosts passing through the real world or flesh and blood walking through a house of smoke and mirrors?
Jesus, sorry, was that a bit melodramatic? Speaking of smoke, maybe had a touch too much...
Anyway, a wee acoustic interlude as we head into the new year.

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THE HOST

I am walking through this empty world just like a ghost
Where I go, I cannot know for I am just the Host
All these things they pass before my eyes
But I know none of this is mine

I am floating through the mist and smoke inside a dream
Nothing in this world can be
This world can only seem
All I know is what I see and feel
But I see none of this is real

Flickering in and out of phase, I'm fading over time
The seasons have no reason
The rhythm has no rhyme
All these people passing through my life
They're my soul

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from Darker Days EP, released May 13, 2022
Music and Lyrics by Lance Eason

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