Little Red Lung our ghost

We soak this dead machine
When heavy handed see
Fire in our feet, push pedals on the reel,
Wish us, winded carry us, drifting deeper water,
Violent chase, so real, will lead back to each other
Tonight, our ghost will come home, woah
We are so young, so cold, so far
You rattle in your sleep,
Dying on your dreams of every heart's disease
You can't ask for what you need
I will shake and slip away, I heard it in your bed
Tonight our ghost will come home
We are so young, so cold, so far
To break these knuckles down
We are so small to beat our chest so loud to lose control
Tonight, our ghost will come home
We are so young, so cold, so far
Tonight, our ghost will come home