Banquo's Ghost

You were talking
All about the plans you’re making
How they’re going to change your life
But when the deed is grimly done
You’re strung out like an old piano
Now you reap the seeds you sow
You feel just like you’re falling
The eyes upon the lunar face
Reflecting on the glassy water
Ever watching over Earth below
And late at night you see the face
The sky is like the one from Van Gogh
Starlight in the afterglow
It seems to me you’re losing control
Echoes from the ghost of Banquo
You were talking
All about the plans you’re making
Nothing’s going to change your mind
If only you could change the past
And find a way to start it over
Surrender everything you are
And try to believe
If only you could see the signs
They’re lurking in the murky water
Starlight in the afterglow
It seems to me you’re losing control
Echoes from the ghost of Banquo