Staring at the ceiling, shadows dance on the walls,
Thoughts spill like empty bottles, in these lonely halls,
I’ve worn a thousand faces, but none of them feel right,
I’m just a kid with faded dreams, lost in the night.
Why do I feel 50, when I’ve only turned 18?
Counting all the moments that I’ve never seen,
Searching for the light, in this heavy-hearted game,
Chasing glimmers of hope, but it all feels the same.
I’m out of place, in a world that don’t embrace,
Trying to make a home, but I’m just a ghost in space,
Why do I feel heavy, with a heart made of stone?
In this punk-rock melody, I'm still searching for a home.
Rooftop dreams and cigarette smoke,
Whispers of the nights when the laughter broke,
Every scar a story, tattooed on my soul,
But the ink runs dry, can’t find my way whole.
Why do I feel 50, with wisdom I don’t own?
Walking ‘round this city where the flowers never bloom,
Tied up in my thoughts, I’m a wanderer, a ghost,
Longing for a harbor where I can feel the most.
I’m out of place, in a world that don’t embrace,
Trying to make a home, but I’m just a ghost in space,
Why do I feel heavy, with a heart made of stone?
In this punk-rock melody, I'm still searching for a home.
Faded pictures of a promise lost in time,
Reaching out for moments, lost between the lines,
Every tear’s a whisper of the dreams I let go,
But in this melancholia, I’m still learning to grow.
I’m out of place, in a world that don’t embrace,
Trying to make a home, but I’m just a ghost in space,
Why do I feel heavy, with a heart made of stone?
In this punk-rock melody, I'm still searching for a home.
So I’ll dance with the echoes, of the life that I’ve known,
Though I’m feeling 50, I’ll find my way back home,
In the chaos and confusion, I’ll rise like a flame,
Searching for the pieces, of a heart without a name.
VALZSPACE
