Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghosts & Bones, artist - Foxblood. Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghosts & Bones |
| Sunset clause to the end |
| With a written undertaking to kill all your friends |
| Fever pitch synthesis, a smattering of sex as a weapon and trivial arguments |
| So we dance in the fire at the end of the world with only eyes for each other, |
| lovesick boys and girls, all depressed and alone with serotonin syndrome and |
| on and on and on it goes |
| Floodwater clearing on the backroads while the heavy rain |
| Drowns the porch of broken homes |
| W’re all just ghosts and bones |
| All that glitters isn’t gold |
| I guss we’ll have to go this one alone |
| And on and on it goes |
| Saw the forest from the trees |
| Brought us to our fucking knees |
| Swallow signal smoke and I hope you choke |
| The arsonist in you and me |
| Blood pact, callous act, silver platter sucker punch knife in the back, |
| tall tales of a curious cat, Nine lives, didn’t learn the eighth time, |
| better sit back and wait for the heart attack |
| Floodwater clearing on the backroads while the heavy rain |
| Drowns the porch of broken homes |
| We’re all just ghosts and bones |
| All that glitters isn’t gold |
| I guess we’ll have to go this one alone |
| I want to watch the world burn |
| I want to, I wanna' watch the world, burn down now |
| I wanna' watch the world burn |
| I want to, I wanna' watch the world, burn down now |
| I wanna' watch the world burn |
| I want to, I wanna' watch the world, burn down now |
| Sick, sad, Schadenfreude complex, man, I don’t want to hear it, I’d rather be |
| relaxing, I want to watch the world burn |
| A zeitgeist collapsing, hive mind relapsing, man, pour me a daiquiri, |
| I want to watch the world burn down |
| We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold |
| We’re pitiful, always glass half-full, and that makes the cycle go |
| We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold |
| We’re pitiful, always glass half-full, and that makes the cycle go |
| We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold |
| We’re pitiful, always glass half-full, and that makes the cycle go |
| We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold |
| Said the grass is always greener on the other side but you were colour-blind, |
| now reap what you sow |
| We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold |
| Said the grass is always greener on the other side, but they fucking lied, |
| now reap what you sow |
| Reap what you sow |