Ghost - Alex Maxwell
Lyrics by：Alex Maxwell/Carey Willetts
Composed by：Alex Maxwell/Carey Willetts
Produced by：The Flight
Cold there is a fever in my slip
Going restless
I've go weary
Pressure on the surface breaks breaks breaks
With every word one more way
I've seen ever I felt ever ray
No solutions make my alms ache
One more say
Wake up in the middle
Some day where is from dry
Your a cost in my bed
Coat in my head
Lead me to cry it down
Don't leave some sound
It's getting old this felling in my bounds
I can shake it I can place it
Different faces stirring out at me
So familiar which one is me
'Coz I've seen heaven I fell help prayed
No solutions make my arms pay
One more take I am called in the meadow
Someday where is your plan dry
That cause' in my pan go in my head
Leave me to crying down
Down me I sound
Can I leave me go
Can I leave me go
Ohh oh ohh oh
Can I leave me go
Can I leave me go
One more take I am called in the meadow
Someday where is your plan dry
That cause' in my pan go in my head
Leave me to crying down
Down me I sound
