Ghosts Testo

Testo Ghosts

couldn't write a good song 'bout emotions that passed and I wonder if you can or if your feelings last shapeless hands around my neck joyless grin, faceless face spirits torture your soul kick me out of this place clouds appear, eyes become deep vulcanos lead to fire surface hints what's beneath like an iceberg floating higher when I wake up at night cause a ghost crossed the room and I cry back to sleep I sometimes wish, I had a ghost myself to believe ghosts can be forgotten