كلمات Greenwood

There’s something funny about The way the flames flicker out On the gates to Greenwood And their gleam’s responsibility to the founders buried If I could lay down I’d let my cells accept the ground’s And let it guide me As I’d walk the Earth in knots to find you resting There’s something funny about The way the lights flicker out Beyond the gates to Greenwood And their gleam’s responsibility from the founders buried I watch lives go by A dash in stone to summarize I watch lives go by A dash in stone to summarize But it’s something It’s something I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here I watch lives go by (I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here) A dash in stone to summarize (I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here) I watch lives go by (I’ll keep trying to find your ghost in here) A dash in stone to summarize (I’ll keep trying to find your ghost)