Haunted by Glove Puppet
I’m haunted by the ghosts of three dead girls. Banco de Gaia seems to be channeling their voices:
Can we stop now all our arguments?
Can we end now all our wars?
I think it's time we had a go/At finding out what's wrong.
Is there something that you don't like
In the way I seem to you?
Please tell me, maybe I'll change it/Or explain it for you.
What would make you feel better
Is there something I can do?
Do we have to carry on/Like there is no choice?
Do you like how you're feeling? Does it take the ache away?
Shall we just forget it I never said it, ok?
**Please remember what I looked like/Please remember that I tried**
But you burned me, left me empty/Wouldn't listen, **I died**.
