Well the old demons don't come around anymore
Left alone in the places in between
Where the same shadows grow through the cracks in the floor
And they won't take their eyes off of me
Dark clouds storming, cold foreboding not now not how it should be
Some dirt stains you and leaves no way to get out, get right, come clean
Spent too long in the shade of mistakes that I made
Wearing holes in both of my knees
Drifted out and away through the foam and the fray
Set to roll under more, tranquil seas