Returns

The scent of dust and time
I’ve been here before
Fingers trace the keys where she used to play
The melody’s faint
But it pulls me to stay

A whisper calls my name
The chill in the air it’s a cold
Quiet flame
I see her face
My grandmother’s grace

There’s a mirror in the room
And I see his eyes
A reflection that stares
Like it knows I’ve died

The blood on the carpet
Returns, the fall
I'm a ghost in the mirror
Who can’t hear the call

O cheiro de mofo era tão denso que cansava os pulmões e parecia melar a pele
Lençóis e panos cobriam a maioria dos móveis, teias de aranha ornavam
Cada canto escuro e uma fina camada de poeira cobria todas as superfícies

There’s a mirror in the room
And I see his eyes
A reflection that stares
Like it knows I’ve died

The blood on the carpet
Returns, the fall
I'm a ghost in the mirror
Who can’t hear the call

I fall to my knees
But the mirror won’t break
I'm a shadow of sorrow
A soul that won’t wake