Waiting For My Ghost
I said some kind of fog
Could be helpful with this kind of sunset
When your eyes see too far
And so deep into life you don't know yet
Why do the hours disappear when I
Speak so loving of where I've been?
But then just stands right there and look at me
When I don't know where to begin
Waiting for my ghost to return
I have faith in the night
That they show me what I need to master
I'll be ready, I'm here
Since so deep in the doubt, I've seen laughter
Why do the hours disappear when I
Speak so loving of where I've been?
But then just stands right there and look at me
When I don't know where to begin
Waiting for my ghost to return
Why do I always disappear in thought?
I'm a captain so mad at sea
And this old room is now my ship somehow
In here waves crashing over me
Waiting for my ghost to return
I will dig where I stand
Though I'm tired and longing for pleasure
Then what comes up to me
I will teach them to look like some treasure
Why do the hours disappear when I
Speak so loving of where I've been?
But then just stands right there and look at me
When I don't know where to begin
Waiting for my ghost to return
Could be helpful with this kind of sunset
When your eyes see too far
And so deep into life you don't know yet
Why do the hours disappear when I
Speak so loving of where I've been?
But then just stands right there and look at me
When I don't know where to begin
Waiting for my ghost to return
I have faith in the night
That they show me what I need to master
I'll be ready, I'm here
Since so deep in the doubt, I've seen laughter
Why do the hours disappear when I
Speak so loving of where I've been?
But then just stands right there and look at me
When I don't know where to begin
Waiting for my ghost to return
Why do I always disappear in thought?
I'm a captain so mad at sea
And this old room is now my ship somehow
In here waves crashing over me
Waiting for my ghost to return
I will dig where I stand
Though I'm tired and longing for pleasure
Then what comes up to me
I will teach them to look like some treasure
Why do the hours disappear when I
Speak so loving of where I've been?
But then just stands right there and look at me
When I don't know where to begin
Waiting for my ghost to return
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Writer(s): Kristian Matsson
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