All the ghosts are sitting in their trees
Quietly they're singing to me
Some slow soul song forgetting the words
Like long last names or lessons I've learned
But I swear that you could never tell
Out for weeks you look like hell
Fingers crossed I'm following you
I'll meet you under open signs in the morning heat
I can feel the turning tide it's changing me
Staring at the sinking sky it's in my reach
I can see your sinking eyes, but we won't sleep
Out again this city's our house
But it's haunted now the people come out
And they fill these rooms till the neighbors complain
And I left too soon but I can explain
But I swear that you could never tell
Out for weeks you look like hell
Fingers crossed I'm following you
I'll meet you under open signs in the morning heat
I can feel the turning tide it's changing me
Staring at the sinking sky it's in my reach
And I can see your sinking eyes, but we won't sleep
But I swear that you could never tell
Out for weeks you look like hell
Call this off or follow through
Fingers crossed I'll follow you
I'll meet you under open signs in the morning heat
I can feel the turning tide it's changing me
Staring at the sinking sky it's in my reach
And I can see your sinking eyes, but we won't sleep
But we won't sleep

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