If you must you can call me Sam Just leave me where I am Smoking on the stairs Freeing little white ghosts to the winter air I'll take my precious time I'm not going too far
I saw you in my dreams You were shivering cold laying next to me I wrapped you in my arms You pulled away and said it did more harm than anything So you left me where I lay Freeing little white ghosts to waste away another day I feed my demons well So they don't go too far
Sam Jones, how'd you get so sad Sam Jones, how'd you get so sad They ask me, Sam Jones, how'd you get so sad Sam Jones, how'd you get so sad Well I feed my demons well So they don't go too far
If you must you can call me Sam Just leave me where I am Freeing little white ghosts Freeing little white ghosts Freeing little white ghosts Freeing little white ghostsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
