
Date of issue: 04.06.2020
Song language: English
Ghost |
You are the product of a happenstance |
Your father’s eyes and your mother’s hands |
You dream about the other side of the road |
And you hold it close |
While you hold the wheel close |
Antiseptic analytical mind |
With your steel-toed boots and your boots in a line |
Don’t want to hit the road and go coast to coast |
It’s what you want the most |
To fantasize your ghost |
I’m counting the days, acquiring the taste |
I’m sick of looking at the stupid look on your face |
Out in the desert, you buried your wine |
And you looked at the roots and you made up your mind |
You want to resurrect it from the dream that awoke you |
And spoke from your shoulder and said, «You are no one» |
You had a notion to keep killing time |
But the clock is a wreck and you’ve already died |
So leave it all behind and like the others before you |
Just walk out the door and don’t tell them goodbye |
Ah, where is the fun in feeding the beast? |
I’m running from the one with the symmetrical teeth |
I’m counting the days, acquiring the taste |
I’m sick of looking at the stupid look on your face |
I’m counting the days |
I’m losing my way |
I’m counting the days |
I’m sick of looking at the stupid look on your face |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Icon | 2018 |
Grandmother | 2018 |
Parts | 2018 |
Water | 2018 |
Liquor Cabinet | 2018 |
Peach | 2018 |
Sentient Beings | 2018 |
Flood Your Gut | 2020 |
Selling Candy | 2020 |
The Limit | 2020 |
Spell It Out | 2020 |
Some Kind of Calm | 2020 |
After All | 2020 |
Girl Loves Me | 2021 |
Walk Me | 2018 |