Reblogged from smellslikexocolate
// Antichrist // - The 1975
Well I swear there’s a ghost on this Island, his hands, all covered in blood, my wife enquired of understanding, but of course my dear, you can’t, she said ‘How can I relate to somebody who doesn’t speak? I feel like I’m just treading water. Is it the same for you? Is it the same for you? Well he comes and he goes, so capricious, And his work appears so rushed, well I love the house that we live in, I love you all too much, Is it the same for you?