All The Ghosts Testo

Testo All The Ghosts

Have I wasted
all of my time?
Looking for love
through the wrong eyes?

On nothing
On nowhere, one more time.
I'll hand you the needle
if you hand me the gun.

And all the ghosts along the highway
have got nowhere to go today.
So they float through your head
like an Easter parade.

Don't even bother
trying to find yourself:
lost in this crowd of yesterday's news.

What you've got
a bad case of innocence
and baby,
comes out the blue.

Just like me...
and you...
you're just like...