Even though we seem lost Our ghosts are gathering Our ghosts are gathering
To take us hand in hand Even though we seem lost Our ghosts are gathering
To take us hand in hand Birds of the white feather Lie and cheat and steal together
But even though we seem lost Our ghosts are gathering Our ghosts are gathering
To take us hand in hand To each of us have vices But smugness in their bones Shall be grind to dust Grind to dust To each of us have vices But smugness in their bones Shall be grind to dust
Denial is control The four winds to disperse Heart of the here and now Where our ghosts gather
Even though we seem lost Our ghosts are gathering Our ghosts are gathering
To take us hand in hand Our ghosts are gathering
Denial is control The four winds to disperse Heart of the here and now Where our ghosts gather Where all our ghostsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
