I've a theory of ghosts and i'm a monster to girls I stick in their heart like a rusty spur But i've a theory of ghosts: They're alive and we're all
Your ghost, a white candle in this night Smile broken, though eyes bright as carnival rides You wander these streets, punch-drunk on the stars As the
I know nothing of tides And i'm confused by the stars But you can never get lost When you've nowhere to go And i've got space in my heart For the next
You can hear the room On these long, winter nights If you'd just, if you'd just If you'd just be quiet Beneath the word There's the whisper of pipes