've been ghosting I've been ghosting along Ghost in your house Ghost in your arms When you're tossing When you turn in your sleep It's because I'm ghosting
ghosting, I've been ghosting along. Ghost in your house, ghost in your arms. When you're tossing, when you turn in your sleep, it's because I'm ghosting
the tears have formed a stream In the winter cold Only if you remember well But the secret hides itself She's a vision through the trees Mother's ghost
never learned to pick and choose My freedom violated contracts of a corporate rule When I die I wanna taste of hope When in doubt, I'll call the ghost
Translation: Stone Sour. Mothers Ghost.
cold and desperate you're all alone it's too late now you're too far gone i'm the cause the reason for this pain the one who whispers things inside
Swept with the tide Pulled out to sea No course or sense of direction Swept with the tide Pulled out to sea A lost ship adrift With a ghost at the wheel
