Only Ghosts Songtext
von Gregory Alan Isakov

Sleepers in the grave
Oh, how we stayed, how you never
Up and awaked

But you hide in your cellars
Brewing thoughts to make you drunk and you wait
For your profits to come
Well for you, well I hope they do


So your seat′s in the den
Darkness imbeds and you know
Only one thing is clear

Only ghosts will be
Only ghosts will be
Harvest year

Hmm hmhm hmm
Hmmmm hmm hmm