Song | Afraid of Ghosts |
Artist | Butch Walker |
Album | Afraid of Ghosts |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Well there's a man | |
who dips his feet in holy water | |
and so he throws the rest of his body in | |
says it'll take more than wading | |
to keep the memories fading | |
I'm at least up to my neck in sin | |
he said I'm coming to terms with a ghost | |
learning to deal | |
I'm gonna take what scares me the most | |
and turn it into something real | |
I try to go to the hospice every Friday | |
Sit in traffic, thicker than blood | |
Try to know a man that I never really knew | |
And swim away from a forty year flood | |
and I'm coming to terms with a ghost | |
learning to deal | |
I'm gonna take just what scares me the most | |
and turn it into something real | |
Sometimes she takes a little longer getting ready | |
to pretend there's someone to show | |
did she ever find love | |
or did this town have enough | |
i kinda bet, she'll never let you know | |
but i can tell from the caked on powdered makeup | |
covering wrinkles from smoking away tears | |
she wants it either way | |
and i want so bad to say | |
love yourself for once my dear | |
she said… | |
i bet she's coming to terms with a ghost | |
learning to deal | |
gonna take just what scares her the most | |
turn it into something real |
Well there' s a man | |
who dips his feet in holy water | |
and so he throws the rest of his body in | |
says it' ll take more than wading | |
to keep the memories fading | |
I' m at least up to my neck in sin | |
he said I' m coming to terms with a ghost | |
learning to deal | |
I' m gonna take what scares me the most | |
and turn it into something real | |
I try to go to the hospice every Friday | |
Sit in traffic, thicker than blood | |
Try to know a man that I never really knew | |
And swim away from a forty year flood | |
and I' m coming to terms with a ghost | |
learning to deal | |
I' m gonna take just what scares me the most | |
and turn it into something real | |
Sometimes she takes a little longer getting ready | |
to pretend there' s someone to show | |
did she ever find love | |
or did this town have enough | |
i kinda bet, she' ll never let you know | |
but i can tell from the caked on powdered makeup | |
covering wrinkles from smoking away tears | |
she wants it either way | |
and i want so bad to say | |
love yourself for once my dear | |
she said | |
i bet she' s coming to terms with a ghost | |
learning to deal | |
gonna take just what scares her the most | |
turn it into something real |
Well there' s a man | |
who dips his feet in holy water | |
and so he throws the rest of his body in | |
says it' ll take more than wading | |
to keep the memories fading | |
I' m at least up to my neck in sin | |
he said I' m coming to terms with a ghost | |
learning to deal | |
I' m gonna take what scares me the most | |
and turn it into something real | |
I try to go to the hospice every Friday | |
Sit in traffic, thicker than blood | |
Try to know a man that I never really knew | |
And swim away from a forty year flood | |
and I' m coming to terms with a ghost | |
learning to deal | |
I' m gonna take just what scares me the most | |
and turn it into something real | |
Sometimes she takes a little longer getting ready | |
to pretend there' s someone to show | |
did she ever find love | |
or did this town have enough | |
i kinda bet, she' ll never let you know | |
but i can tell from the caked on powdered makeup | |
covering wrinkles from smoking away tears | |
she wants it either way | |
and i want so bad to say | |
love yourself for once my dear | |
she said | |
i bet she' s coming to terms with a ghost | |
learning to deal | |
gonna take just what scares her the most | |
turn it into something real |