Emma Goldman - Irrational Exuberance or Something Like That Lyrics

Grasping at air as it becomes sparse
Convincing my lungs they're growing weaker
I'm beside him now
Worn from fighting the past
Bruised fingertips hold tighter
In their desperate attempt to poeticize
Anything, everything
So we move further away from the truth

My best conversations have been with dead friends
Or maybe I was just telling myself that
With hands over my ears, eyes wide open, staring at a blank page

We're doing good work
We're doing good work aren't we?

We won't push away the figure
Out of fear that it will also mean ridding ourselves of the ideal
And all we've gained from him

So let's make our praises to our ghost
And through our own truth out