The Lawrence Arms - Skeleton Coast

Ghostwriter

I drove the highways of a skeleton coast
Salt and sea, tapped mysteries into the keys
I wrote an opus of distorted truths
A symphony, crashing waves of victory

Ooh, ooh, I am a ghostwriter
Ooh, ooh, pretend I am forever young
Ooh, ooh, I bleed every ribbon dry
Waiting for my day to come

Tamerlane, my poor soul in a last refrain
An endless storm rattles on my windowpane
The creaking floors, lost voices of a thousand wars
The fire roars

Ooh, ooh, I am a ghostwriter
Ooh, ooh pretend I am forever young
Ooh, ooh, I bleed every ribbon dry
Waiting for my day to come

How long can we sing the same old tired songs?
How long can we tread water?
The shore is only getting smaller

I am a ghostwriter
Pretend I am forever young
And I bleed every ribbon dry
Waiting for my day to come

Waiting for my day to come
To come

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Writer(s): The Lawrence Arms
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