Ghostly Routines
Crawling, fighting, digging, hiding
Whisper secret prayers so they don't hear
Give me balance, give me peace
Kiss me like the ocean kisses the beach
Ooh, longing for hope
Living off hope
Drowning in hope
I am off the ground, I need to be found
Why won't you surround, I need someone to disrupt these ghostly routines
Ooh my feet are frozen, ooh my breath I'm holding
Ooh the road is long and I know where to go but I don't know the way
Somehow I got to be found by God's grace, used or abused I am leaving this place
Seduced by the cliché that all is okay, tell it to the blue kids
Then you come along with that same kind of style, something that I have not seen in a while
You trade for a friend, I trade shadows for smiles
Ooh, open the door
I'm on the floor
I need more
I am off the ground, I need to be found
Why won't you surround, I need someone to disrupt these ghostly routines
Ooh my feet are frozen, ooh my breath I'm holding
Ooh the road is long and I know where to go but I don't know the way
Sordid fight for gift of sight, tired eyes that vainly seek the light
Floating through ghostly routines
Blurs the line that lies between
Waking life and living dreams
Help me please
Cause I am off the ground, I need to be found
Why won't you surround, I need someone to disrupt these ghostly routines
Ooh my feet are frozen, ooh my breath I'm holding
Ooh the road is long and I know where to go but I don't know the way
Whisper secret prayers so they don't hear
Give me balance, give me peace
Kiss me like the ocean kisses the beach
Ooh, longing for hope
Living off hope
Drowning in hope
I am off the ground, I need to be found
Why won't you surround, I need someone to disrupt these ghostly routines
Ooh my feet are frozen, ooh my breath I'm holding
Ooh the road is long and I know where to go but I don't know the way
Somehow I got to be found by God's grace, used or abused I am leaving this place
Seduced by the cliché that all is okay, tell it to the blue kids
Then you come along with that same kind of style, something that I have not seen in a while
You trade for a friend, I trade shadows for smiles
Ooh, open the door
I'm on the floor
I need more
I am off the ground, I need to be found
Why won't you surround, I need someone to disrupt these ghostly routines
Ooh my feet are frozen, ooh my breath I'm holding
Ooh the road is long and I know where to go but I don't know the way
Sordid fight for gift of sight, tired eyes that vainly seek the light
Floating through ghostly routines
Blurs the line that lies between
Waking life and living dreams
Help me please
Cause I am off the ground, I need to be found
Why won't you surround, I need someone to disrupt these ghostly routines
Ooh my feet are frozen, ooh my breath I'm holding
Ooh the road is long and I know where to go but I don't know the way
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Töth
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