Ghosts
Ghosts
Don't try and pull apart my soul
The crimes you commit leave me callus and cold
Trees they will blow in the wind
So stand here forget and forgive
And don't be a hero just bleed
Words can sink deep into your weary bones
And I will not be the one
Who falls straight into your gun
You'll never learn the ways of the word
Concrete concussion turns fear into hell
Ways of the world
I am ghost I was made of flesh and bones
I am a ghost watch me fall and tear this apart
I am a ghost so pull me apart
You feel my heart yet you still tear it apart
Writer/s: ADAM ANDREW ZUK, EDWARD JONATHAN HARRIS, MARK TREASURE, ROBERT FERGUSON SMITH, SIMON MAYNARD PETTIGREW
