Ghosts Songtext
von Max Raptor

Something coming out of the sky a fireball or a vision of Jesus
Cloud formations that day were leaving me stressed
Living out of a cage earning minimum wage, who the hell are you fooling?
Laying back on the grass, mapping the stars, expecting the best.


This is not how we explained it
And it's not how you expect to be!

Take the body of one, Take control of yourself; they'll be leaving you breathless.
Cloud formations that day were leaving me stressed
Living out of a cage earning minimum wage, who the hell are you fooling?
Laying back on the grass, mapping the stars, expecting the best.

But this is not how we explained it

And it's not how you expected to be