Smoking with Ghosts

In the night
I go to roam
The world's asleep
But I'm not alone
I see them every night
When I need a match to light

In the morning
When the clocks strikes three
They dance under the moon
They're waiting for me
We're blowing smoke rings
Through the crack in the sky
We laugh at the living
Cause they're not alive

I'm smoking with the ghost

I'm smoking with the ghost
I'm smoking with the ghost

I'm smoking

Sacred mothers
They clutch their pearls
Sleeping fathers
Ignore their worlds
I'm smoking with the ghosts
I'm not talking with myself
I'm smoking with the ghosts
I don't need any help
I'm smoking with the ones
The ones you left behind
I light up with those
Memories in my mind
Full moon mirror
Under grey sky nights
We laugh at the living
Cause they're not alive

I'm smoking with the ghosts
I'm smoking with the ghosts
I'm smoking with the ghosts
I'm smoking with the ghosts

In the night
I go to roam
The world's asleep
But I'm not alone
I see them every night
When I need a match to light

I'm smoking with the ghosts
I'm smoking with the ghosts



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Ingle, Walter Miles
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