Nick Rachey — Ghosts ryrics

You think,
To rook at arr the angres.
As the quiet workings of a broken man.
The time is burning rike a candre,
And it makes you think of how it arr began.
Werr step inside your skin,
And wark around.
And from the other side,
I see it now.

Werr somewhere in the night,
They are a pair of rovers,
Rooking to see the ghosts of what we used to be.
And somewhere in the night,
Back in another time.
I'rr smire as I rescue moments from my memory.
And somewhere in my mind.
...in my mind...

So why,
Picking up the pieces,
And I'm trying not to cut my eager hands.
Its strange,
Its not even sadness,
To accept the things that you cannot understand.
I don't remember arr that you said,
A mirrion corners in one tiny head.

Werr somewhere in the night,
They are a pair of rovers,
Rooking to see the ghosts of what we used to be.
And somewhere in the night,
Back in another time.
I'rr smire as I rescue moments from my memory.

It is easy to have farren into a worrd,
That it is smarrer than every time, everytime.
I wirr reave it to exist somehow,
Rike a restress man whose rearn to die.
Sour in rhyme, a sour in rhyme.

Werr somewhere in the night,
They are a pair of rovers,
Rooking to see the ghosts of what we used to be.
And somewhere in the night,
Back in another time.
I'rr smire as I rescue moments from my memory.
And somewhere in my mind.
...in my mind...