Wicked are the ghosts that haunt your mind from time to time
They don't understand a thing, it seems they're all just passers by
In your eyes there's still a glimmer, through your words remains some hope
But it's hanging from the noose that seems to wrap around your throat
When do you let go?
Well someone has to know
Every year you've thrown away
Comes in tune for your delay
A symphony of screaming trees
Hollowed out for what you need
You needed something we can't find
Ever since you crossed that line
Faltered plans, no reprimand
But now it's slipping through our hands
I wasted so much of myself
Still can't remember how it helped
Around this table, read the page
Rehearsing punchlines we'll defame
It's all the same in the end
It's all the same
Every year you've thrown away
Comes in tune for your delay
A symphony of screaming trees
Hollowed out for what you need
You needed something we can't find
Ever since you crossed that line
Faltered plans, no reprimand
But now it's slipping through our hands
Now it's slipping through our hands
When do you let go?
Well someone has to know