A phantom limb is the sensation that an amputated or missing limb is still attached to the body and is moving appropriately with other body parts. An extraordinary song that parallelize this phenomenon with love and loss. One great ballad that goes in a raving finale.
lyrics
I remember the nights, you were staying till I sleep,
and you were shaping my dreams with a soft last kiss.
I wring my pillow hard, like I did to her,
there is a truth to find out, but I dont know if I'm prepared
All the now are simply passing by,
and they're becoming past in front your eyes.
Things you love with always born and die.
Where do the moments go, where the memories build nest
Who knows what come next.
Now I'm rending your photoes, and I throw them to the sea,
but the morning find them, under my pillow fixed.
You are my phantom limp, I lost you but still hurts,
maybe it's right that begin, is the lover of the end.
All the now are simply passing by,
and they're becoming past in front your eyes.
Things you love with always born and die.
Where do the moments go, where the memories build nest
Who knows what come next.
I dream you at night, the day I damn you.
You are a ghost, and I can't hung you.
It feels so real, when drunk I hold you.
I wish I could, in my bottle to lock you.
Your kiss become, scar on my face.
I'm staring for hours, your empty place.
I'm calling your name, inside my rave.
I can't anymore, pretend the brave.
I tried to find, a place for my soul.
Remember the night, you staid till I sleep.
Some things can't change, nomatter how you want.
My homeland is there, you hurt me the most.
credits
from Superstitious EP,
released March 10, 2007
Giorgos Grammozis/Thanos Liberopoulos
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