Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost (The Pottery Scene)

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

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

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

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

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

It was the story never told.
All of the secrets you told,
Were all your mood rings cast in
In black and white, in monochrome.
broken knee bones.
The night phone call and the reverie of a severed wight
Wherever I go I can feel your ghost coming me
And all your rings of gold, a joke
You little black and kaleidoscope
broken knee-bones.
The late-night phone come less and less each year.
And all of the ashes that we held
all the embers of our younger years
Burned brighter than the days know
From my home.