Ghost

歌詞

Ghost Golden dust upon your skin Let's paint the blue sky all in black Life must be a strange cool thing, Where do we have to go to die? Stop dreaming - we lose the ground Stop wanting me - and bring it down Stop praying - we'll die for sure Stop loving me - and close the door "...watching bended trees at night, don't know when it's time to leave stop the avalanche by hand, keep your tears in rusty sieves... the smell of all the years we've lost, hiding in this old man's chair you'll die beside me while I'll dream... everything will disappear..." Flaps of skin upon your lips, So close to my broken neck Your trembling voice is Whispering "I'm not happy, But you're sad..."