Ghost
Ross Leighton, Fatherson
Cold water reach the end before you know why the sun
Has been holding you back
This is more than some of the things that you know
Why can't I be enough to keep you afloat
Hold on
I'm coming home
I'd like to think
There's nothing wrong
On my ghost
I can't swim, on my ghost
I can't swim
Oh, it seems simple enough, it seems simple enough
Loose lips, burning ships down by the coast
Enough is never enough, boy this is never enough
You can't believe what I say, I can't believe where you go
On my ghost
I can't swim on my ghost
I can't swim
Ghost indoors
Hold on
I'm coming home
I'd like to think
There's nothing wrong
On my ghost
On my ghost
Don't let me, go
Don't let me, go
Don't let me, go
Don't let me, go
Don't let me, go
Don't let me, go
Don't let me, go