Ghost
No time to waste, love, no time to waste
I'm coming home, love
I'm coming home to where
Your ghost is looking for me
No time to waste, love, no time to waste
I'm coming home, love
I'm coming home to where
Your ghost is looking for me
My fighter, you've survived all your gunfires
Breathing all I hear at night is crackling sounds
As if you're walking these floors
That's how your ghost lives on in me
I was born into a desert, the first place I called home
Up in the sky was my Sun and Moon
And the three of us lived alone
Out in the sand we had a hut
Where we knew that we were safe
Then my first tears dropped down to the ground
And formed us a little lake
With each of my tears grew oceans and seas
And rivers with waves to ride
The opinions I meet they each
Plant a seed in the garden of my mind
Some grow strong with roots like blades
While others grow to weed
I'm still figuring which ones to cut off and which ones
To let rise like trees
First friend I had, her name's July
I gave her a room to bloom
A secret place with a bed for her to sleep
As long as she would like to
And with each new soul stepping into my life
The rooms they multiply
Some are moving in just to move away
Some are only passing by, and you know what?
Your room stands empty now
But my universe expands with everyone I love
But your room stands empty now
But my universe expands with everyone I love
But your room stands empty now
But my universe expands with everyone I love
Your room stands empty now
My fighter, you've survived your own gunfires
Breathing all I hear at night is
The swarming from your loss
Tearing through the cracks
Crawling through the walls
My liar, did you dodge your own gunfires?
May my feet carry me home
Leave the door open even if your ghost
Is all that lives on
I'm coming home, love
I'm coming home to where
Your ghost is looking for me
No time to waste, love, no time to waste
I'm coming home, love
I'm coming home to where
Your ghost is looking for me
My fighter, you've survived all your gunfires
Breathing all I hear at night is crackling sounds
As if you're walking these floors
That's how your ghost lives on in me
I was born into a desert, the first place I called home
Up in the sky was my Sun and Moon
And the three of us lived alone
Out in the sand we had a hut
Where we knew that we were safe
Then my first tears dropped down to the ground
And formed us a little lake
With each of my tears grew oceans and seas
And rivers with waves to ride
The opinions I meet they each
Plant a seed in the garden of my mind
Some grow strong with roots like blades
While others grow to weed
I'm still figuring which ones to cut off and which ones
To let rise like trees
First friend I had, her name's July
I gave her a room to bloom
A secret place with a bed for her to sleep
As long as she would like to
And with each new soul stepping into my life
The rooms they multiply
Some are moving in just to move away
Some are only passing by, and you know what?
Your room stands empty now
But my universe expands with everyone I love
But your room stands empty now
But my universe expands with everyone I love
But your room stands empty now
But my universe expands with everyone I love
Your room stands empty now
My fighter, you've survived your own gunfires
Breathing all I hear at night is
The swarming from your loss
Tearing through the cracks
Crawling through the walls
My liar, did you dodge your own gunfires?
May my feet carry me home
Leave the door open even if your ghost
Is all that lives on
Credits
Writer(s): Antonia Morvai, Miklos Kovacs, Akos Gunsberger, Marton Andras Fenyvesi, Akos Huszar, Marcell Ferenc Gyanyi
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