اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My baby loves a part of town
And a shuffle
Only cries on ferris wheels
This baby's on the verge of
If she lost him, would most certainly be committed
Are you not afraid
Of every waking minute
That your life could pass you by?
But all of my ghosts are real
All of my ghosts are real
All of my ghosts are my home
Heart breaking like a punch card
Keeps his mouth shut
Keeps his mind fixed and well hidden
You dream enough for two dear
Picture window
Looking out at somewhere else
Do you not conceive of my death at every minute
While your life just passes you by?
But all of my ghosts are real
All of my ghosts are real
All of my ghosts are my home
