Your ghost, a white candle in this night Smile broken, though eyes bright as carnival rides You wander these streets, punch-drunk on the stars As the
I've a theory of ghosts and i'm a monster to girls I stick in their heart like a rusty spur But i've a theory of ghosts: They're alive and we're all
In travel, there are traps When I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved you
: Your ghost, a white candle in this night Smile broken, though eyes bright as carnival rides You wander these streets, punch-drunk on the stars As
: I've a theory of ghosts and i'm a monster to girls I stick in their heart like a rusty spur But i've a theory of ghosts: They're alive and we're all
: In travel, there are traps When I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved
night winds moan and whisper And there's no lover Whose heart burns In this ghost town Just the long shadows That chase through this ghost town Faded
that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places Still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano
can tell you what he loves the most and you know why you love at all if you're thinking of the holy ghost if you're thinking of the holy ghost
fuck you think you is Ron O'Neil Tat tat what the fuck when that 9 milli peel Is it real realer than Pittsburgh steel Yo Ghost pass the toast these niggas
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
realest, only my true niggas will feel it Though I'm not with you now, let's connect in our spirit Cut out the lights, talk to my ghost in the dark Let
