Ghost کے بول

Take me home I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go You're my ghost I woke up in my old bedroom again Until I turned on the lights Same bed, same pictures on the wall But the windows tell it all I'm not home When December came And I walked outside My arms couldn't tell a difference If I closed my eyes Well, my nose ain't broken It'll red like it used to But I know I'm not used to All that's changed If it's the board I miss Or it's Sarah's kiss It all blends in anyway I never get it my way Take me home I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go You're my ghost Friday came along I made a date with new towers I thought I'd part with old flowers You really think I would change? I'm in between cars again I can't find past adrenaline I guess I'll drive myself home Alone now If it's the board I ride Or I'm just filled with pride It all blends in anyway I never get it my way Take me home I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go You're my ghost The sky opens too wide Your silhouette, it doesn't dip into it Anymore I'll come back If I'm dead if I have to I'll never escape you Though you won't chase me— I'll come back If I'm dead if I have to I'll never escape you Though you won't chase me back