Him passing with the stares
Feeding off each other
But from inside
Faces of thunder
Seven sat down
Feeling draped in the dark
We swum around trying to make sense of our luck
Ghost, Ghost
Ghost, Ghost
Dripping Waterfalls
We sleep through leaking windows
Woken by the storm or the tip-toes
Pebbles in our shoes
From the big and the blue
Minds reliving the old
Disregarding the new
Ghost, Ghost
Ghost, Ghost
Ghost, Ghost
Ghost, Ghost
Ahhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha
Ahhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha
Ahhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha
Ahhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha
Ghost, Ghost
Ghost, Ghost

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