I Hear Ghosts

Song I Hear Ghosts
Artist Shiny and the Spoon
Album Ferris Wheel

Lyrics

There’s knock, there’s a knock
There’s a knock at my door
And a boot-stompin’ whistle raisin’ up from the floor
And they get a little louder
And they burn in my hear
Like a hot lover’s whisper
Like big onion tears
There’s a clock, there’s a clock
There’s a clock on my wall
And it ticks a little louder with each comin’ fall
I hear ghosts every day
And their words are like wine
And I just can’t stop drinkin’ no matter how hard I try
Nobody wants to hear
Nobody wants to care
Years pile up like a white wedding cake
Everyone passes on and nobody listens
The work that we do is a choice that we make
Every day, I’ve been tried
I’ve been tried, I’ve been told
To drink down the words
To warm from the cold
But today I feel good
Ain’t it just like a dream
My mind is so empty
But it’s nice to feel clean
Nobody wants to hear
Nobody wants to care
Years pile up like a white wedding cake
Everyone passes on and nobody listens
The work that we do is a choice that we make
Everyone passes on and nobody listens
The work that we do is a choice that we make

Pinyin

There' s knock, there' s a knock
There' s a knock at my door
And a bootstompin' whistle raisin' up from the floor
And they get a little louder
And they burn in my hear
Like a hot lover' s whisper
Like big onion tears
There' s a clock, there' s a clock
There' s a clock on my wall
And it ticks a little louder with each comin' fall
I hear ghosts every day
And their words are like wine
And I just can' t stop drinkin' no matter how hard I try
Nobody wants to hear
Nobody wants to care
Years pile up like a white wedding cake
Everyone passes on and nobody listens
The work that we do is a choice that we make
Every day, I' ve been tried
I' ve been tried, I' ve been told
To drink down the words
To warm from the cold
But today I feel good
Ain' t it just like a dream
My mind is so empty
But it' s nice to feel clean
Nobody wants to hear
Nobody wants to care
Years pile up like a white wedding cake
Everyone passes on and nobody listens
The work that we do is a choice that we make
Everyone passes on and nobody listens
The work that we do is a choice that we make