Paroles de A ghost

St. joe, trade-in
I don't want this life
There's too much gold, and
Not enough bad guys
So won't you talk to st. pete
And see what he can do for me
Because, of course, a ghost
Could not affect this world

Gimme pale skin, pale eyes
Soft glow, milky white
See through me in the light
Because, of course, a ghost
Could not affect this world

I see off my wife at
Elderidge and sun
I wait by the corner, the
Bus always comes
Always on time
Always the same one
I drift through the doors,
I float above the seats
And hey there's my boy
Crossing the street
He's talking with friends
He's looking away
This is not the end
There are never enough days
I scream and i shake and i
Sound like the wind
And i miss the pain of our
Blood and our skin
Rubies and pearls, our blood
And our skin
Our blood and our skin are
Worth everything.

Hey st joe, i was wrong
About the sea and the sun and my boy
Let me bleed, let me long
The taste of skin is joy

Because, of course, a ghost
Could not affect this world.