Ghosts

I’m sick and tired of hanging out my window
Do learnt from past experience
And can’t make flowers grow
Friends don’t stick around
They go wich way the wind blows
You’re never safe and sound
Until all the doors are closed
Doors closed, doors closed

When you’re awake on your own
Shadows turn into ghosts
When you’re awake on your own
Shadows turn into ghosts, oh

Soon it will all fall apart
Their roads will have no way
And you’ll be the one laughing as
Their fences fade away
And instead of being left there
Feeling all alone
Break down the house you made of match sticks
And set fire to their throne
To their throne, to their throne

When you’re awake on your own
Shadows turn into ghosts
When you’re awake on your own
Shadows turn into ghosts

I’ll becomes what you’re scared of the most
I’ll becomes what you’re scared of the most
When shadows turn into ghosts
Just what you’re scared of the most

I’m pulling pictures off the wall
Watching smiles as they fall
I’m pulling pictures off the wall
Watching smiles as they fall
I’m pulling pictures off the wall
Watching smiles as they fall
I’m pulling pictures off the wall
I’m pulling pictures off the wall
Watching smiles as they fall

When you’re awake on your own
Shadows turn into ghosts
When you’re awake on your own
Shadows turn into ghosts

I’ll becomes what you’re scared of the most
I’ll becomes what you’re scared of the most
When shadows turn into ghosts
Just what you’re scared of the most