Ghost Stories 歌词

I slept on the futon and listened to sounds in the silence I left when the day broke and walked through the city alone I looked for a towel, forgot mine when I left Virginia The snow in my boots was much warmer than you And I just wanted to go home Go home Home Through layers and layers of blankets, I felt my heart beating We left in the afternoon, headed down I-95 Directions in notebooks and ice on the roads slowed our progress Got lost in New York, but the view from the bridge, It was beautiful that night All those lights Those lights A couple hotel rooms and coffee shops later, I found you Telling your secrets and ghost stories soft in the dark When you fell asleep, quiet in the backseat, I remembered why I loved you And my brother drove on while I wrote you a song in my mind It wasn't the first time It wasn't the first time.