8d Audio, 8D Effect, Глубокое расслабление, Клубная музыка, 8D Audio Ghost in My Own Clothes

Empty room, hardwood floor
Don't remember locking up the door
Just the sound of the traffic down below
And the hum of the fridge keeping it cold
I breathe out, watch the vapor rise
Can't remember how to close my eyes
Echoes bouncing off the paint
Everything I feel is faint
I'm a ghost in my own clothes
Where I'm going, no one knows
Just the ringing in my ear
Nobody is standing here
Coffee turning cold inside the cup
Sun is going down instead of up
Time is moving backwards in my head
Every word I spoke is left unsaid
Shadows stretching longer down the hall
I'm not really here at all
Echoes bouncing off the paint
Everything I feel is faint
I'm a ghost in my own clothes
Where I'm going, no one knows
Just the ringing in my ear
Nobody is standing here
I'm a ghost
Nobody here