Where The Ghosts Come From
from Junkyard Sam Hosted by Cyanide Lovesong
"Where the Ghosts Come From" Sometimes I feel so alone And I find myself taking walks I disappear in the people Like a ghost the box Folding into a crowd To silence every thought in the sky But they keep walking faster now Trying not to get caught Neon signs cast bright light From a cold moon wilted sun Winter frost melting loss Like where the ghosts come from Stolen glance, met her eye Turning from blue to warm inside Nervous laughter, butterflies The clouds begin to ghost the night Anxiety blows with the wind The inner sun has set She's only steps away now But I can't approach her just yet Neon signs cast bright light From a cold moon wilted sun Winter frost melting loss Like where the ghosts come from Neon signs cast bright light From a cold moon wilted sun Winter frost melting loss Like where the ghosts come from Like where the ghosts come from
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