Ghosted Lyrics

There was a little girl

Off the eastern shore

With big dreams

She wanted more

Bound for New York City

To make her art

She heard the stories

Protect your heart

Then they started romancing

They would go dancing

He was a dream

And she was over her head

There were more in his bed

Oh what a pity

And it's always the way it goes

One minute he's hot

And the next he's cold

And it's always the way it goes

One minute he's yours

And the next a ghost

One minute he's yours

And the next a ghost

There was a little boy

Off the western shore

He played computers

And girls for sport

Bound for New York City

For a fresh new start

He played his cards

With a wondering heart

Then they started romancing

They would go dancing

He was a dream

And she was over her head

There were more in his bed

Oh what a pity

And it's always the way it goes

One minute he's hot

And the next he's cold

And it's always the way it goes

One minute he's yours

And the next a ghost

One minute he's yours

And the next a ghost

Then they started romancing

They would go dancing

He was a dream

And she was over her head

There were more in his bed

Oh what a pity

And it's always the way it goes

One minute he's hot

And the next he's cold

And it's always the way it goes

One minute he's yours

And the next a ghost

One minute he's yours

And the next a ghost