Ampere

Weve rid ourselves of the monsters sleeping under our beds, but wake up screaming out of reach, something familiar. While were sleeping, breathing, walls creak. Were there in nightmares, among half-thoughts. In cracked mirrors, there lie fragments of bedtime stories and dog-eared photographs. Were unfamiliar now with this place we used to call home. Faces obscured, foreign.
But I know you. At least, I knew you then.
Beds are cold new, and Im still convinced that there are ghosts in my closet. I know theyre in yours.
The scariest part is in what we didnt say.
All these years passed, are we still the same?
This will haunt me. Will it haunt you too, knowing were part of this new alienation?
[ In Antiquity Lyrics ]