Wanderlust - Carpathian

Dear lover, where have you been?

Writing me of all the things you had seen in your dreams

And it seems you’ve forgotten the things

That you said when you left, all from under your breathe

Today I found myself in hell

Soul sickness crept up inside me

Crushed to my knees

Left thinking won’t someone just adjust my dreams for me?

The world turns but we don’t feel it

I don’t fucking feel

Looks like we failed to make amends again

I’m a tourist in the city of love

And you’re the only thing on my mind

Take your claws from off of me

Take your claws from out of my head