A Ghost lyrics
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.
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