A Ghost Lyrics - Singles - Onelinedrawing

St. Joe, trade-in 

I don't want this life 

There's too much gold, and 

not enough bad guys 

So won't you talk to St. Pete 

and see what he can do for me 

Because, of course, a ghost 

could not affect this world 

Gimme pale skin, pale eyes 

Soft glow, milky white 

See through me in the light 

Because, of course, a ghost 

could not affect this world 

I see off my wife at 

elderidge and sun 

I wait by the corner, the 

bus always comes 

Always on time 

Always the same one 

I drift through the doors, 

I float above the seats 

and hey there's my boy 

crossing the street 

He's talking with friends 

He's looking away 

This is not the end 

There are never enough days 

I scream and I shake and I 

sound like the wind 

and I miss the pain of our 

blood and our skin 

Rubies and pearls, our blood 

and our skin 

Our blood and our skin are 

worth everything. 

Hey St Joe, I was wrong 

About the sea and the sun and my boy 

Let me bleed, let me long 

The taste of skin is joy