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