Ghosts
Cruelty
Schopenhauer's
Gloat
Pools of Blue
Broken Wing
Listen Mary
Giants
Stanley Steamer
Ghosts
I thought I heard a sound
Or just a rumble from a thundercloud
Cold air blowing on my skin
I’m hoping just a draft’s come in
The shadows and shifting lights
Tired eyes from the late, late nights
Bones chill on the warmest days
You can’t just explain it all away
Having a wonderful time
Gone for the summer
To meet with my ghosts
For what should be the last time
Stop coming ‘round to ruin my good times
And I’ll stop inviting you to be my bad ones
Having a wonderful time so come, don’t go
If every lie you tell
Gets you closer to a living hell
Then every lie you live
Brings a ghost from the past to give
Your every waking day
A cruel reminder of the game you play
And, if still, you won’t believe
They’ve scared us all away
I thought I heard a sound
Or just a rumble from a thundercloud
Cold air blowing on my skin
I’m hoping just a draft’s come in
The shadows and shifting lights
Tired eyes from the late, late nights
Bones chill on the warmest days
You can’t just explain it all away
Having a wonderful time
Gone for the summer
To meet with my ghosts
For what should be the last time
Stop coming ‘round to ruin my good times
And I’ll stop inviting you to be my bad ones
Having a wonderful time so come, don’t go
If every lie you tell
Gets you closer to a living hell
Then every lie you live
Brings a ghost from the past to give
Your every waking day
A cruel reminder of the game you play
And, if still, you won’t believe
They’ve scared us all away