Lyrics Ghosts - The Presets

Ghosts

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Once I was a very young man
And very young men are none too clever
Sailed across to faraway lands
And faraway towns of tin and terror
Ran amok in a strip called love
Lost my mind in streets of neon
Now I’m comin' on back (Huh!)
Help me up, move right, left foot forward
Oh, we’ve had a merry old time
But merry old times don’t count for nothin'
Cocaine, song and women and wine
Memories blurred and they make me shudder
Bed in the morning, eight, four, five
Couple of days to get my head off
Now I’m comin' on back (Huh!)
Help me up, move right, left foot forward
To go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I’m troubled by gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-
(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Ghosts in heaven
(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Far below the shiniest stars
Shiniest stars won’t shine forever
Take your soul and you can go far
If you don’t fall from grace or favour
Gold awaits all those who star
You can take now and I’ll take never
Now I’m comin' on back (Huh!)
Help me up, move right, left foot forward
To go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I’m troubled by gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-
(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Ghosts in heaven
To go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I’m troubled by gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-
(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Ghosts in heaven
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Soon I’ll be a very old man
And very old men, they dream of summers
Spent with falls in faraway clans
While hometown crowds sing hymns of courage
Ran amok in a strip called love
Lost my mind in streets of neon
Now I’m comin' on home (Huh!)
Help me up, move right, left foot forward