Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost (The Pottery Scene)

Under blankets
A beer-soaked carpet holds wine-stained shirt
And we can lay til whenever, my whatever.
I thought I'd make it
Tracing maps that led back into palms
Rubbed smooth worry stones
Not you're ever worried stoned

I hear you making
I lie so you'll never notice I'm not asleep
I watch you pack your things and 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 I stayed in that state forever.

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

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

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

It was the greatest never told.
All of the secrets you told,
all your mood rings cast in gold?
In and white, Kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your broken bones.
The night phone call and the reverie of a severed wight
Wherever I go I can your ghost coming after me
And all your rings of gold, such a
You little and white kaleidoscope
Your 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 than the days we'd know
my severed home.