Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost (The Pottery Scene)

Under sun-stained
A carpet holds your wine-stained shirt
And we can lay til whenever, my whatever.
I never thought I'd it
Tracing maps that led into your palms
Rubbed smooth from stones
Not that ever worried stoned

I you making breakfast
I lie so still never notice I'm not asleep
I watch you pack things and head out of view
You've got things to do and I'll be by 4AM
And I slept through Vegas, just I slept on the train
that I took back home where we talked all night
I wish I in that state forever.

Wherever I go I carry ghost in periphery
And all your mood rings in gold.
You little black and kaleidoscope in monochrome.
broken knee-bones.
The phone call.
The of my severed home.

Letting go of what's
A jar of and your underwear
Kept in a box in my somewhere.
Remember at the squat?
Drunk as fuck, you said you "the vibe here sucks"
Fuck the stones you hold.
They keep your body from the cold - They're just painted rock.
And they you down.
Made me think I need you, I don't you.
I need a one-way flight, I need to get my together.

Wherever I go, I can feel the digging into me.
And all mood rings cast in gold.
You little black and kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your knee bones.
The late night call from a hospital when you felt alone.

It was the greatest story told.
All of the secrets you told,
Were all your mood cast in gold?
In and white, Kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your broken bones.
The late night phone and the reverie of a severed wight
Wherever I go I can feel your ghost coming me
And all rings of gold, such a joke
You little black and white
broken knee-bones.
The phone calls come less and less each year.
And all of the that we held dear
Held all the of our younger years
Burned brighter than the days know
From my home.