ghosts Lyrics

Pull up a seat and she'll tell you a tale

Of how she can smell ghosts on the perfume that she has inhaled

Sat in the dark reading books with

The underside of her face lit up by candles

She took all the time in the world to decide

Is it wrong to want more from this life if we don't really die

She sees that it's raining again as the drops hit the glass

I know what's going on in her head

In her heart she feels safe in the storm

As the thunder it cracks realization that we're only small

Feet made of concrete we wade through the night

As we wait for the beautiful day that we

Die