Ghosts

I'm sick and tired of hanging out my window

To learn from past experience, rain can't make flowers grow

And friends don't stick around, they go which way the wind blow

You're never safe and sound until all the doors are closed

Doors closed

Doors closed

When you're awake on your own, shadows turn into ghosts

When you're awake on your own, shadows turn into ghosts, oh

Soon it will all fall apart and their roads will have no way

And you'll be the one laughing as their fences fade away

And instead of being left there, feeling all alone

Break down the house you made of match sticks and set fire to their throne

To the throne

To the throne

When you're awake on your own shadows turn into ghosts

When you're awake on your own shadows turn into ghosts

Some becomes what you're scared of the most

Some becomes what you're scared of the most

When shadow turns into ghosts just what you're scared of the most

I'm pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall

I'm pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall

I'm pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall

Pulling pictures off the wall

I'm pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall

When you're awake on your own shadows turn into ghosts

When you're awake on your own shadows turn into ghosts

Some becomes what you're scared of the most

Home becomes what you're scared of the most

When shadow turns into ghosts just what you're scared of the most