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 back into your
Rubbed smooth from worry
Not that you're ever stoned

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

Wherever I go I carry ghost in periphery
And all your mood cast in gold.
You little black and white in monochrome.
broken knee-bones.
The late-night call.
The reverie of my home.

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

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

It was the greatest never told.
All of the that you told,
Were all mood rings cast in gold?
In and white, Kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your knee bones.
The late night phone call and the reverie of a severed
Wherever I go I can feel your ghost after me
And all rings of gold, such a joke
You little black and kaleidoscope
Your knee-bones.
The late-night phone come less and less each year.
And all of the that we held dear
all the embers of our younger years
Burned brighter the days we'd know
my severed home.