Like Ghosts Songtext
von New Bomb Turks
Like Ghosts Songtext
It all began with two people whose skin
Worked like, worked like magnets
The spirits had to wait their turn
While the flesh was weak with working
We kissed, kissed ′til our lips were ripped
And then we, then we kissed again
We laid spent with the sun rising
No flesh, just nothing
My guts can stand the cheapest wine
And 10, 20 coffees a day
Yeah, but they'll churn like an earthworm in a grave
When she, when she spits my name
We kissed, kissed ′til our lips were ripped
And then we, then we kissed again
We laid spent with the sun rising
No flesh, just nothing, oh
We're like ghosts, grabbing at the wind now
Try holding hands, but we keep missing now
We're like ghosts, grabbing at the wind now
So I held out ′til my arms were stretched
Like a... like a stick in the wind
Well, you can almost see the blood and the bones
And then nothing, yeah
We kissed, kissed ′til our lips were ripped
And then we, then we kissed again
We laid spent with the sun rising
No flesh, just nothing, oh
We're like ghosts, grabbing at the wind now
Try holding hands, but we keep missing now
We′re like ghosts, grabbing at the wind now
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Worked like, worked like magnets
The spirits had to wait their turn
While the flesh was weak with working
We kissed, kissed ′til our lips were ripped
And then we, then we kissed again
We laid spent with the sun rising
No flesh, just nothing
My guts can stand the cheapest wine
And 10, 20 coffees a day
Yeah, but they'll churn like an earthworm in a grave
When she, when she spits my name
We kissed, kissed ′til our lips were ripped
And then we, then we kissed again
We laid spent with the sun rising
No flesh, just nothing, oh
We're like ghosts, grabbing at the wind now
Try holding hands, but we keep missing now
We're like ghosts, grabbing at the wind now
So I held out ′til my arms were stretched
Like a... like a stick in the wind
Well, you can almost see the blood and the bones
And then nothing, yeah
We kissed, kissed ′til our lips were ripped
And then we, then we kissed again
We laid spent with the sun rising
No flesh, just nothing, oh
We're like ghosts, grabbing at the wind now
Try holding hands, but we keep missing now
We′re like ghosts, grabbing at the wind now
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Writer(s): Matthew Reber, Eric Davidson, James Weber, Samuel Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com