Oh the ghosts are sitting in their trees
Quietly they are singing to me
Some slow slow song,
Forgetting the words
Like long last names or lessons I've learned
But I swear that you can never tell
After four weeks you look like hell
Fingers crossed I'm following you
I'll met you on the open side,
In the morning heat
I can feel the turning tide,
It's changing me
Staring at the sinking sky
It's in my reach
I can see us sinking eyes,
You won't sleep
Out again,
This city's our house
But its haunted now,
The people come out
And they fill these rooms until the people come clean
And I left too soon,
But I can't explain
But I swear that you can never tell
After four weeks you look like hell
Fingers crossed I'm following you
I'll meet you on the open side
In the morning heat
I can feel the turning tide
It's changing me
Staring at the sinking sky
It's in my reach
I can see a sinknign eye
You don't sleep
But i swear that you can never tell
I look for weeks you look like hell
Call this off or follow through
Fingers crossed I'll follow you
I'll meet you on the open side in the morning heat
I can feel the turning tide,
Its changing me
Staring at the sinking sky,
It's in my reach
I can see our sinking eyes,
You don't sleep
I'll meet you on the open side in the mornign heat
I can feel the turning tide,
It's changing me
Staring at the sinking sky,
It's in my reach
I can see your sinking eyes,
You don't sleep
I can see your sinking eyes,
You don't sleep