A Ghost 歌词

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.