You go to my head Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne Like a sip of

La la la la la la la la And blow down the door. On to the next To dance with the poor. Jump on my shoulders. You can jump on my shoulders. I'm scared of the city I say we rob from the rich We rob from the rich

Yeah, I know it's a good life But I gotta keep moving Fall asleep in a comfort of nest The room is yellow and the windows are deadest white I smell the ghost of your dinner And the space heat is going like a miniature gate to hell I hear the dogs as I

These foolish things remind me of you And still my heart has wings Oh, how the ghost of you clings! How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me Oh! Will you never let me be? Oh! Will you never set

We started looking for you In the darker caves We had a lot of love We thought would light the way We saw the wrecks of buildings And ships that sank in starlight We saw the ghosts of angels That spoke of falls from tremendous heights

I was running with a ghost Ru-ru-running with a ghost Yeah, I was running with a ghost I was running with a ghost, yeah I saw your silhouette under all of the noise I think I'm losing it inside these empty walls I thought I heard your voice, I thought I

Spirit, absent Of possibilities Throw yourself Into the smoke Your clean noose The apparatus Force over ability A gateway to secrecy Seven seals

To this railroad track But I'll come back to you someday To you, to you, to you someday If you've got visions of the past Let them follow you down And I found myself attached All of these ghost towns I keep traveling through All of these traffic signs

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message And with that being said my nigga,

Old One, Master All beauty lies within All beauty lies within you A higher power underground From seraph skies and now to chaos bound He is sitting sacred and profound In midst of sinners licking up to kiss his crown Pathetic humans in despair Defaced,