Ghost Echo ft. Sunday Night Music Club Lyrics

I see you in the ICU

Nurses flailing, screaming, flatline

I see you, through and through

Eyes rolling back, I see you

There's nothing left

Ghost echo, ghost echo

Every letter talks about you and nothing else

Four sheets written to the wind with her heart on a shelf

Two rows of buildings bracing each other up

Delivering the dove's divine message

Takes a microscope to read those letters

Looking closely, two names, one on each wing

Flapping soapy water, little bubbles they're rising

There's nothing left

Ghost echo, ghost echo

It's all well and fine, words, words, words

Words are nothing but air in a practical woman's mind

She's heard this nonsense a thousand, thousand times

Something more tangible, more real

After all the years of hard work, it's all high and dry

What a kill, just marry me now

So we can get divorced by midnight

We know there's nothing left

No

Ghost echo, ghost echo

Ghost echo, ghost echo