Ghostly Beard

Lyrics

I'm out of touch, I'm out of time
I'm not myself, I'm out of line
Whenever I try, you're giving up
Whenever I try...

I've been out-runned, I'm classified
I'm much, too much, too old to cry
Whenever I fall, you're rising up
Whenever I fall...
And in the end, we'll come to term
With the odds of our lives

I'm not the best, I'm medium sized
I've lost all faith, I'm mystified
Whatever I am, you don't approve
Whatever I am...

I need a rest, I need a dime
I'm much, too much, too faint to try
Whatever I say, you're hanging up
Whatever I say...
And in the end, we'll reconcile
All the odds of our lives

I don't say much, I'm rather shy
I hate myself, I can't deny
Whoever I am is not enough
Whoever I am...

I'm all washed-out, it's not a crime
I'm much, too much, too bored to lie
Whoever we are, we're breaking up
Whoever we are...
And in the end, we'll reconcile
All the odds of our lives