Ghosts
Hold him down
Be sure he doesn't make a sound
Keep his hands tied, tied, tied tight
Turn him white
He never learned to win a fight
Keep your finger on, on the trigger
And lost him slowly
And make believe until you feel free
Keep your eyes, your eyes wide open
And turn cheeks blindly
Just pretend that you don't see
Keep them all hoping, hoping
And nobody hears him
As he falls under
All the little cries beneath the sound of thunder
And nobody hears him
As away he goes
You keep all the little ghosts
All the little ghosts
Oh, you weigh him down
And push until, he hits the ground
But keep him alive, just keep him alive
And so you bury him now
Locked up nice inside a little house
Keep the windows, the windows cracked now
And nobody hears him
As he falls under
All the little cries beneath the sound of thunder
And nobody hears him
As away he goes
You keep all the little ghosts
All the little ghosts
The best of 'em Started running while they're young Nobody hears him
As he falls under
All the little cries beneath the sound of thunder
And nobody hears him
As away he goes
You keep all the little ghosts
All the little ghosts
Be sure he doesn't make a sound
Keep his hands tied, tied, tied tight
Turn him white
He never learned to win a fight
Keep your finger on, on the trigger
And lost him slowly
And make believe until you feel free
Keep your eyes, your eyes wide open
And turn cheeks blindly
Just pretend that you don't see
Keep them all hoping, hoping
And nobody hears him
As he falls under
All the little cries beneath the sound of thunder
And nobody hears him
As away he goes
You keep all the little ghosts
All the little ghosts
Oh, you weigh him down
And push until, he hits the ground
But keep him alive, just keep him alive
And so you bury him now
Locked up nice inside a little house
Keep the windows, the windows cracked now
And nobody hears him
As he falls under
All the little cries beneath the sound of thunder
And nobody hears him
As away he goes
You keep all the little ghosts
All the little ghosts
The best of 'em Started running while they're young Nobody hears him
As he falls under
All the little cries beneath the sound of thunder
And nobody hears him
As away he goes
You keep all the little ghosts
All the little ghosts
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Writer(s): Alexis Quinn, Troy Brainard
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