Ghost کے بول

I’ve been travelling around like a ghost you don’t know You can’t feel, you can’t follow, smile into the dark All I wanted was you to go down on me, though To hear you swallow, a guiding light But you want everyone around To get some shiver in your bones However, I don’t like to be found In these deepest of holes Some white old men once said When all the sails are gone, then we are on the run We’re on the run I’ll catch you up Drake Strait on the wall, you can hear the Southern shores The wind hollow, towards truth Fifteen meters high, stop fucking asking when I cry Nowhere else to run But you want everyone around To get some shiver in your bones However, I don’t like to be found In these deepest of holes Some white old men once said When all the sails are gone, then we are on the run We’re on the run I’ll catch you up