Living a boy's adventure tale… in so many ways…
I am living a ghost story now. The white hooded and veiled creatures are living in the house on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, now. They are hunting and haunting me.
Come down, come down, wherever you are…
Why do I always feel like misty and mysterious Novembers in the middle of the summer? But summer is still to come. Another spring is still to leave…
I've fixed my dwelling for the night
Lights in pairs come passing by where I hide
I need some time now on my own
Leave my loneliness alone
To lick my wounds
Night has found me just in time
To help me close my eyes one more time
Living a boy's adventure tale
In so many ways
Living a boy's adventure tale
For so many days
I'm living a boy's adventure tale
Can't escape, if I wanted to
Living a boy's adventure tale
I may be dreaming but I feel awake
I've been lost in so many places
Seeked love in so many faces
A change of weather, the rain pours down
My head in hands, pressed to the ground
And where am I supposed to go now
Living a boy's adventure tale
In so many ways
Living a boy's adventure tale
Living a boy's adventure tale
A voice I hear
Living a boy's adventure tale
Singing a lullaby for me
Living a boy's adventure tale
Because of you
Living a boy's adventure
Oh you know it's true …
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