Ghost Boy
Poor little ghost boy
It could've been a dream
Pray for the setting sun
On all these things we've seen
And I will run you a bath
And we can wash away
All the things they did to you
Yesterday
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Poor little ghost boy
I'll give to you my heart
We'll find the little ghost girl
They drowned in the bath
And this time little children
Will sweetly play their games
Without a forced libido
Grown up counting games
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
One foot in front of the other foot
Poor little ghost boy
A solipsist might sing
To reach into the lovely new sky
From bruised and bloodied scenes
To drift down as a feather
And settle down by the stream
And we will find the waterfall
To dream, dream, dream
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
It could've been a dream
Pray for the setting sun
On all these things we've seen
And I will run you a bath
And we can wash away
All the things they did to you
Yesterday
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Poor little ghost boy
I'll give to you my heart
We'll find the little ghost girl
They drowned in the bath
And this time little children
Will sweetly play their games
Without a forced libido
Grown up counting games
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
One foot in front of the other foot
Poor little ghost boy
A solipsist might sing
To reach into the lovely new sky
From bruised and bloodied scenes
To drift down as a feather
And settle down by the stream
And we will find the waterfall
To dream, dream, dream
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Nearly home, nearly home
Another mile, another mile
One foot in front of the other foot
Credits
Writer(s): Katrina Jane Garside, Chris Whittingham
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