Durée (The)
I Believe I'm Your Ghost
Holly kept it habit to drink coffee late
When sundays rolled on mondays, she watched what she ate
She's started jogging in the fog and rain
Every day for her was the same ol' same game
I believe I am the ghost of your dreams in a bottle or a tin can
I believe I am your ghost but I can't grant a wish with the clap of my hands
She always worked on mondays cause tuesday she's off
She's always skipping work for the cold and the cough
She always thinking of the way
She's always thinking of the ways of her boy
I believe I am the ghost of your dreams in a bottle or a tin can
I believe I am your ghost but I can't grant a wish with the clap of my hands
(Thanks to David for these lyrics)
From Letras Mania