pain 'Cause there's something that we are all frightened of In the man in the midst of a change Out on the roof to inquire of the sky The existence of ghosts
gettin' right, it took a while but I saw the light He said, some things, they cast long shadows That I never will out run and everyday I spend a-livin' The ghosts
The ghosts of past failures Facing the reality Of our own imperfections The waves crash without warning Overwhelmed and short of breath Never able to
in fatigue You're all bullshit of the same old league Familiar patterns, familiar hosts The city's crowded with the sideshow ghosts City of ghosts
And I got to say I could not ask for more But if all that's true And it all makes since Then I'm okay I guess (Chorus) Cause I don't believe in ghosts
don't wake this child of lies, he sleeps here in me now I'm just his dream he sees things with my eyes, things he knows that can't be floating in my mindstream
of the wolf set free from the demons let the flame burn through the night evil lurks in the shadows evil hides in the shadows of life the ghosts
never my lifes not on hold for you Oh god thats when it hurts the most When your reckless indiscretion is turning lovers into ghosts Then its real
freedom Now I know Now I know Now I know Now I know, know I still don't blame you for leaving, baby It's cold living with ghosts I spit, I spit in
Sweet Lorraine the fiery haired brown eyed schemer Who came from a long line of drinkers and dreamers Who knew that sunshine don't hold up to dark Whose
Diamonds, roses, I need Moses To cross this sea of loneliness, part this Red River of pain I don't necessarily buy any key to the future or happiness
She sees him laying in the bed alone tonight The only thing a touching him is a crack of light Pieces of her hair are wrapped around and 'round his fingers
We are swimming with the snakes at the bottom of the well So silent and peaceful in the darkness where we fell But we are not snakes and what's more we
You were so cruel and I hated being your fool So I got a little bit more mud on my face But the years will bring a bigger scheme of things And make a
in the darkness, found a home in the darkness, in the darkness, home, in the darkness. A crowded room of passers by and in the shadows strangers cry, and the ghosts
of the Camlin Hotel Ghosts are in the radio They sing along, they sing along Ghosts are in the radio They sing along, they sing along It's on and the ghosts
know I'm seeing ghosts everyday they're no more real than the lies you used to say and I'm not scared for me I'm scared for you but your ghosts won't
I hold an image of the ashtray girl Of cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world That put our friendship to the test And late