Overflown

All our ghosts will cry
 From way beyond the starlit sky
 To the ancient landfill of our lives
 I wouldn't know myself
 If I would've hit me in the face
 While the wind blows age old songs of joy
 I don't know what it is
 But I know I lose it when I cross the river
 Of my raging youth
 I wouldn't know myself
 If I would've hit me in the face
 While the wind blows age old songs of joy
 Will you kill me? Will you drown me in the river or the sea?
 And I'm so overflow with passion and afraid of what it means
 I don't know what it was
 But I know I lost it when I crossed the river
 Of my aging youth
 Oh, I wouldn't know myself
 If I were to look into my eyes
 While the wind cries elegiac songs
 Did I kill me? Did I drown me in a river of cement?
 And I was overflown with passion and afraid of what it meant
 Will you kill me? Will you drown me in the river or the sea?
 And I'm so overflow with passion and afraid of what it means