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Hounded By Ghosts

What's going on with my cigarette?
What's going on with all the regret?
Cigarettes, regrets hand in hand
I'll draw you a diagram in the sand
Of hands held so tight that you wake in the night wIth tears on eyelids
Like drops of colour on a silver minnow

I sometimes walk past your window
You play Nintendo on your own
Sat on my throne
You don't comb your hair like that no more
Who would you comb it for?
My mind takes photographs
I wonder as I wander from the path

I'm hounded by ghosts? Ghosts

I look away from it as it looms before me
like a whale in a sailor's story
I'd sell a soul to keep to kill my idol
I'd run away but I'm too bone idle
Stand and embrace instead of fight
Things that go bang, that go bump in the night
And may nightmares end with the softest pillow

I sometimes walk past your window
It's weird it's not a sin though
You play Nintendo sat on my throne
On your own
You don't comb your hair like that no more
Who would you comb it for?
My mind takes photographs
I wonder as I wander from the path

I'm hounded by ghosts? Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts
I'm hounded by ghosts, ghosts
I'm hounded by a ghost

credits

from misty history (2014 10 track album), released February 1, 2014

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