Ghost - Snakadaktal

Him passing with the stares

Feeding off each other

But from inside

Faces of thunder

Seven sat down

Feeling draped in the dark

We swum around trying to make sense of our luck

Ghost, Ghost

Ghost, Ghost

Dripping Waterfalls

We sleep through leaking windows

Woken by the storm or the tip-toes

Pebbles in our shoes

From the big and the blue

Minds reliving the old

Disregarding the new

Ghost, Ghost

Ghost, Ghost

Ghost, Ghost

Ghost, Ghost

Ahhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha

Ahhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha

Ahhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha

Ahhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha

Ghost, Ghost

Ghost, Ghost