Haunting the romantics and tainting our time. From where'd they come?
Why do we have fixed ideas of love eh? On your eyes they whisper, telling what to see
Telling you know me

But is it me you say you see now?
Can you really live with none, and see without expectation?
Would it be any fun, love without expectation?
Can you really see me? Do you even want to?

Illusions they are lovely, being in control, hearing what you want reading into people what you want to
Your mind speaks in whispers, always filtering. But where are you? You know? and are you sure you think you know? Can there be life with none, pervasive expectations?

But if you’re happy it’s not always from satisfying expectations
And like ghosts they wait living in my shadows, they're definitely all me. No I can't see them, I can only meet them when I wake to the feel
Like killing your lover. and feeding all the illusions instead
And just ignoring the others because i don’t want that piece to be dead
But I know cold is the breathing of the ghost with the golden blood veins
A creeping numbness is killing like a frost on a December day
Cool my feet but I won't run, cause I can’t cheat expectation. Can there be life with none, pervasive expectations?
Would it be any fun love without expectations?

They scarred my thoughts to cover lies, grey as the color of my eyes
And like ghosts who haunt, come out of the shadows, they are definitely all me
I invite them in and prepare some coffee and I ask them from where they come
Now here they appear and now here they are absent, my definite family
Spin around my head and abduct my mind, but they're definitely all me