| Song | Ghost Lit |
| Artist | Diagrams |
| Album | Black Light |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| In the morning light | |
| I was baking up bread in the afterglow | |
| Of a long night spent in your motorcade | |
| Of intense red words | |
| And you’re drinking hot tea | |
| With your hot shark fin soup | |
| A broken whisky bottle | |
| Is all you’ve got to show | |
| For losing your control | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night | |
| Turn around | |
| We are swimming in milk | |
| For the second time | |
| We are killing ourselves | |
| With the softest smiles | |
| And the motorbike seat | |
| Is a shiny black window to somewhere else | |
| So open up the throttle | |
| And we’ll get in the space between the molecules | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| In the morning light | |
| I was baking up bread in the afterglow | |
| Of a long night spent in your motorcade | |
| Of intense red words | |
| And you' re drinking hot tea | |
| With your hot shark fin soup | |
| A broken whisky bottle | |
| Is all you' ve got to show | |
| For losing your control | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night | |
| Turn around | |
| We are swimming in milk | |
| For the second time | |
| We are killing ourselves | |
| With the softest smiles | |
| And the motorbike seat | |
| Is a shiny black window to somewhere else | |
| So open up the throttle | |
| And we' ll get in the space between the molecules | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| In the morning light | |
| I was baking up bread in the afterglow | |
| Of a long night spent in your motorcade | |
| Of intense red words | |
| And you' re drinking hot tea | |
| With your hot shark fin soup | |
| A broken whisky bottle | |
| Is all you' ve got to show | |
| For losing your control | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night | |
| Turn around | |
| We are swimming in milk | |
| For the second time | |
| We are killing ourselves | |
| With the softest smiles | |
| And the motorbike seat | |
| Is a shiny black window to somewhere else | |
| So open up the throttle | |
| And we' ll get in the space between the molecules | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit night | |
| On a ghost lit fight night |