Gregory Alan Isakov
Only Ghosts
Sleep rolls in the graveoh how we stayed how you neverup and wakebut you hide in your cellarsbrewing thoughts to make you drunk and you waitfor your profits to comewell for you well I hope they do.So your seat's in the dendarkness imbeds and you knowonly one thing is clearonly ghosts will be only ghosts will be harvest this year hmm hmhm hmm hmmmm hmm hmmh mhmmmmmmmmmmmm
From Letras Mania