Song | Ghosts |
Artist | It Bites |
Album | The Tall Ships |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Tearing ivy, leaving Sunday, here we go again | |
Another open letter, well, a reason to explain | |
I used to walk so quietly, I’d sit beneath the stairs | |
And all the while it’s just a lie, the signs were never there | |
Chorus: | |
Whenever I go back there, I see ghosts | |
However close I get, you are the thing I love the most | |
Whenever I go back there, I stand still | |
How everything reminds me of a space I have to fill this time | |
Tearing ivy, leaving Monday, pushing through the rain | |
I couldn’t bear to leave you but I didn’t dare to stay | |
I used to watch the 35s, I tried to break the wall | |
However far I travel, there’s no distance there at all | |
(Chorus) | |
I’m walking in your footsteps but it’s one step at a time | |
This looking back is easier than straying from the line | |
I still believe in little steps, the quietest of all are best | |
The past is behind me, it hurts still, it binds me | |
I’m tired of disaffection, this affliction can’t be bought | |
You promised me a million, here’s a penny for your thoughts | |
I used to see in black and white and read between the lines | |
Now everything I hated I’m becoming more with time | |
(Chorus) |
Tearing ivy, leaving Sunday, here we go again | |
Another open letter, well, a reason to explain | |
I used to walk so quietly, I' d sit beneath the stairs | |
And all the while it' s just a lie, the signs were never there | |
Chorus: | |
Whenever I go back there, I see ghosts | |
However close I get, you are the thing I love the most | |
Whenever I go back there, I stand still | |
How everything reminds me of a space I have to fill this time | |
Tearing ivy, leaving Monday, pushing through the rain | |
I couldn' t bear to leave you but I didn' t dare to stay | |
I used to watch the 35s, I tried to break the wall | |
However far I travel, there' s no distance there at all | |
Chorus | |
I' m walking in your footsteps but it' s one step at a time | |
This looking back is easier than straying from the line | |
I still believe in little steps, the quietest of all are best | |
The past is behind me, it hurts still, it binds me | |
I' m tired of disaffection, this affliction can' t be bought | |
You promised me a million, here' s a penny for your thoughts | |
I used to see in black and white and read between the lines | |
Now everything I hated I' m becoming more with time | |
Chorus |
Tearing ivy, leaving Sunday, here we go again | |
Another open letter, well, a reason to explain | |
I used to walk so quietly, I' d sit beneath the stairs | |
And all the while it' s just a lie, the signs were never there | |
Chorus: | |
Whenever I go back there, I see ghosts | |
However close I get, you are the thing I love the most | |
Whenever I go back there, I stand still | |
How everything reminds me of a space I have to fill this time | |
Tearing ivy, leaving Monday, pushing through the rain | |
I couldn' t bear to leave you but I didn' t dare to stay | |
I used to watch the 35s, I tried to break the wall | |
However far I travel, there' s no distance there at all | |
Chorus | |
I' m walking in your footsteps but it' s one step at a time | |
This looking back is easier than straying from the line | |
I still believe in little steps, the quietest of all are best | |
The past is behind me, it hurts still, it binds me | |
I' m tired of disaffection, this affliction can' t be bought | |
You promised me a million, here' s a penny for your thoughts | |
I used to see in black and white and read between the lines | |
Now everything I hated I' m becoming more with time | |
Chorus |