Ghosts Lyrics

Cold and frail

In an orange peel

Cold and frail

In an orange peel

The tremor has its core

In a glass of carmine wine

Cuddle up in darkness

Shaking all the time

A pillow tells me stories

Where ghosts all set to fly

Parading in my wardrobe

And noone tells me why

There's shiver up and down my spine

The plan to keep me sane

Doesn't seem to work out fine

Took a hold of the frame

Shaking all the time

The pillow tells me stories

So leave me here to die

Parading in my wardrobe

Ghosts won't pass me by

We can make it count this time

We'll smile and commit the crime

We can make it count this time

At the tip of my fingers

place your hands in plain view

At the sill of a window

place your hands in plain view

It's all fine!

Take your time

Just shivers up and down your spine