Holy Ghost Songtext
von Krooked Kings

I write sad songs that her father hates
When she′s alone they keep her company
Now I sing my hymns at the kilby shows
She swears to god she feels that holy ghost

How do her lips taste
So heavenly
Why can't she stay
In the backseat with me-

Stay with me-
Stay with me-
Stay with me

Sitting in the church pues
Sweating out last nights booze
Holed up somewhere in the Avenues
Twenty minutes from Holladay
The place where we used to lay
Shielding our eyes from Medusa′s gaze


Is this fake?
Your disbelief
In your fathers faith
Run away with me-

Stay with me-
Stay with me
Stay with me

Twenty-three we don't have to have this figured out
What's wrong with trusting that feeling in your gut now?
Twenty-three we don′t have to have this figured out
What′s wrong with trusting that feeling in your gut?
We could dig up the temple grounds
And bury your beliefs
Find another town
As long as you're with me-

Stay with me-
Stay with me-
Stay with me-
Stay with me