Song | Ghosts |
Artist | Nicole Dollanganger |
Album | Curdled Milk |
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[00:03.89] | The autumn wind carries all of the ghosts |
[00:16.26] | They catch on me and hide under his sheets |
[00:28.29] | They make their nests in my clothing seams |
[00:40.78] | Possessing my bones and my being |
[00:52.20] | We waited 'til the morning where the sun did rise |
[01:04.07] | But the moon still lingered in his weary eyes |
[01:16.01] | Ghosts fill my head with such rotten things |
[01:27.04] | And with the loneliness that the cold air brings |
[01:38.87] | The room was dim so I doubt that he could see |
[01:51.26] | My cold, shaking hands and my reddened cheeks |
[02:03.35] | A part of me wished to crawl under his sheets |
[02:15.38] | But I sincerely doubted that we would sleep |
[02:26.76] | So we waited 'til the morning where the sun did rise |
[02:38.39] | But the moon still lingered in his weary eyes |
[02:50.25] | Betraying a good heart to satisfy mine |
[03:01.58] | But he’s a ghost I never thought I’d find |
[00:03.89] | The autumn wind carries all of the ghosts |
[00:16.26] | They catch on me and hide under his sheets |
[00:28.29] | They make their nests in my clothing seams |
[00:40.78] | Possessing my bones and my being |
[00:52.20] | We waited ' til the morning where the sun did rise |
[01:04.07] | But the moon still lingered in his weary eyes |
[01:16.01] | Ghosts fill my head with such rotten things |
[01:27.04] | And with the loneliness that the cold air brings |
[01:38.87] | The room was dim so I doubt that he could see |
[01:51.26] | My cold, shaking hands and my reddened cheeks |
[02:03.35] | A part of me wished to crawl under his sheets |
[02:15.38] | But I sincerely doubted that we would sleep |
[02:26.76] | So we waited ' til the morning where the sun did rise |
[02:38.39] | But the moon still lingered in his weary eyes |
[02:50.25] | Betraying a good heart to satisfy mine |
[03:01.58] | But he' s a ghost I never thought I' d find |
[00:03.89] | The autumn wind carries all of the ghosts |
[00:16.26] | They catch on me and hide under his sheets |
[00:28.29] | They make their nests in my clothing seams |
[00:40.78] | Possessing my bones and my being |
[00:52.20] | We waited ' til the morning where the sun did rise |
[01:04.07] | But the moon still lingered in his weary eyes |
[01:16.01] | Ghosts fill my head with such rotten things |
[01:27.04] | And with the loneliness that the cold air brings |
[01:38.87] | The room was dim so I doubt that he could see |
[01:51.26] | My cold, shaking hands and my reddened cheeks |
[02:03.35] | A part of me wished to crawl under his sheets |
[02:15.38] | But I sincerely doubted that we would sleep |
[02:26.76] | So we waited ' til the morning where the sun did rise |
[02:38.39] | But the moon still lingered in his weary eyes |
[02:50.25] | Betraying a good heart to satisfy mine |
[03:01.58] | But he' s a ghost I never thought I' d find |