Nervous Ghost 歌词

Loudly I imagine on the day you left The shrill voice, random hatred of all the things that bounce To sell this awkward diary I still steal my pieces I blew in on a faint breeze And stuck around like a nervous ghost Nobody, not even rain Has such small hand You're gone, fated to wander A dismal part of the universe And I'm exiled to live in a hovel In a swamp filled with surly lizards A walking pile of ashes With few incredible memories Nobody, not even rain Has such small hand