Slipping from Ghosts by Grainne Buchanan

I change myself so it's impossible
I don't want to get hurt
I don't want the chance
I change myself so there's no way

'cause maybe if I'm invisible
there won't be that moment you look away
'cause you won't look
in the first place

and I'm holding on for dear life
but my hands are slipping
and I hope tomorrow will be alright

last night I dreamt that you
were standing by my side
and last night you held my hand
so tight

and when I woke the sun was gone
I thought I had died
but then I realized
it was just before the dawn
before the dawn

and I'm holding on for dear life
but my hands are slipping
and I hope tomorrow will be alright
but I don't know

I'm trapped in a body I don't believe
and I have a theory that it's lying to me
I don't know what to say
'cause there are signs here
and there were signs there
but you stopped sending signs
and it's not clear where we stand
not clear who I am

and I'm holding on for dear life
but my hands are slipping
and I hope tomorrow will be alright
but I don't know

and I'm holding on for dear life
but my hands can't hold much longer
I hope tomorrow will be alright
but I don't know

• Alternative
• acoustic
• alternative folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Boston