Ghost

Lyrics by：Alex Maxwell/Carey Willetts

Composed by：Alex Maxwell/Carey Willetts

Produced by：The Flight

Cold there is a fever in my slip

Going restless

I've go weary

Pressure on the surface breaks breaks breaks

With every word one more way

I've seen ever I felt ever ray

No solutions make my alms ache

One more say

Wake up in the middle

Some day where is from dry

Your a cost in my bed

Coat in my head

Lead me to cry it down

Don't leave some sound

It's getting old this felling in my bounds

I can shake it I can place it

Different faces stirring out at me

So familiar which one is me

'Coz I've seen heaven I fell help prayed

No solutions make my arms pay

One more take I am called in the meadow

Someday where is your plan dry

That cause' in my pan go in my head

Leave me to crying down

Down me I sound

Can I leave me go

Can I leave me go

Ohh oh ohh oh

Can I leave me go

Can I leave me go

One more take I am called in the meadow

Someday where is your plan dry

That cause' in my pan go in my head

Leave me to crying down

Down me I sound