Ghostcest

All your troubles will come after you
Find another to enslave

Tell your mouth to run away with truth
Take your secrets to the grave

Five years gone, and still I long
For living hands and chances past
Hear me wait, you close your eyes
Feel me even though I die
And when you grow old
We`ll have our time

Night will bring you `round to seein` me
I`ll stay silent in the day

Hot translucent is the breath I breathe
Touch transcendent time and space.

Five years gone and still I long
For living hands and chances past
Hear me wait, you close your eyes
Feel me even though I die
And when you grow old
We`ll have our time.

Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na