If ghosts had feelings this is where they’re found Living in the bass when the sun goes down I don’t feel the wind but I feel that song Like a heartbeat I been missing all along If feeling had a weight It’d pull me down then lift me high Like the waves that crash and break but leave me in the sky If feeling had a sound It’d echo through the night Every whisper, every shout, every moment I survive If feeling had a sound It’d be playing right now Low in the speakers while the city winds down If feeling had a weight Yeah it’d lift me somehow Like every late night I survived but didn’t talk about Yeah I'm still here Somewhere in the night Funny how a rhythm makes the dark feel right If ghosts had feelings This is where they’re found Living in the music when the world winds down Saw a man trade peace for another round Said tomorrow’s just a word we pass around Bus stop preacher talking to the wind Says every wrong road circles back again Now I move lighter than the air I cross But I remember what it meant to carry loss I drift where the late souls go Where the city hums and the cold winds blow Every heavy memory chasing the light If ghosts had feelings I’d feel it tonight If ghosts had feelings This would be the sound If ghosts had feelings This is where they’re found Living in the music when the world winds down Some songs sound like rain on pavement at night Some sound like thunder rolling through your life Some feel like memories you can't outrun Some feel like healing when the damage is done Yeah I'm still here Somewhere in the night Funny how a rhythm makes the dark feel right If ghosts had feelings You’d hear them right now Floating through the music while the world winds down If feeling had a weight It’d pull me down then lift me high Like the waves that crash and break but leave me in the sky If feeling had a sound It’d echo through the night Every whisper, every shout, every moment I survive All the broken things we are All the nights we fell apart If feeling had a home It’d be in the alleys I roam Where broken lamps light my shadow alone If feeling had a name It’d be the night that I blame For dancing with my demons, never the same If feeling had a sound You’d hear it in me now Somewhere in the chaos when the lights go out If feeling had a weight It’d pull me down then lift me high Like the waves that crash and break but leave me in the sky Every whisper, every shout, every moment I survive Yeah I’m still here Cracked knuckles Tuesday morning, smoke arguing with the fan Bottle half confession, other half a bad plan Poison tastes like freedom when the exits all get locked Learned my gospel in the gutter with the saints the daylight dropped If feeling had a sound It'd be low It'd be brown Like a bassline under pavement Never trying to be found It would hum It would stay Right beneath the weight of day Where the lost things learn to breathe And the noise just fades away I been walkin' thin wire where the degenerates go Where the broken wear charisma like a late-night show Every rusted piece of living still can catch the dawn If feeling had a sound tonight — you're hearing it in song If feeling had a sound It'd crawl slow through the ground Like a root in the dark pulling breath without a sound If feeling had a weight It'd be brutal — it'd be great Like the gravity of living you were born to tolerate Yeah — I'm still here Yeah — I'm still whole What a dirty little miracle To carry this old soul If feeling had a sound It'd be talking through me now Low and cracked and glowing dim But alive somehow Saw a king on every corner spend tomorrow on a drink Met a prophet in a parking lot who laughed at what we think Woman crying in the laundromat started dancing in the spin Said joy and grief share walls — only drywall in between Old man with the paper reading yesterday again Said the world been on fire since before you called it sin Every alley got a sermon if you listen past the cars Every sinner writing poetry in nicotine and scars If feeling had a sound It'd be loud in you think it was quiet Moving proud but in silence Through the sirens and the static Through the smoke and through the crowd It would hum Past the doubt 'Til the doubt burns itself out 'Til the quiet starts to grow From the places left without Yeah — I'm still here Yeah — I'm still whole What a dirty little miracle To carry this old soul If feeling had a sound It'd be talking through me now Low and cracked and glowing dim But alive somehow Still breathing Still reaching That reach — that's the frequency If feeling had a sound It'd crawl slow through the ground Like a root in the dark pulling breath without a sound If feeling had a weight It'd be brutal — it'd be great Like the gravity of living you were born to tolerate Yeah — I'm still here Yeah — I'm still Still alive somehow (Somehow...) (Somehow...)
