Benson Hedges

Written by: Nate Ruess, Andrew Dost, Jack Antonoff, Sam Means

Holy ghosts

When do you come out to play?

'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me

He'd better start looking today

Last week my baby hit the slopes

I spent the weekend setting traps in the road

I should have been cutting out my eyelids

you'll never guess what baby did when she got home

Na Na Na Na

Now at least the birds are singing to me

but what they're trying to say

I don't know.(you're beautiful)

I think they come from the cold(for all your big mistakes)

I think they come from the cold(you stayed the same)

to the city that don't snow

So I drove until we both broke down.

I was stranded in a border town

believing the motel TV would bring me to safety

but between MTV and Mr. O'Reilly

I've come to find, that I can't be defined

So I turned it off, now convinced I would cross

Took one last look at the gold

as it shattered on a mountaintop

Now I believe the sun, it's like a symphony

But what it's trying to play,

I don't know.(you're beautiful)

I think it's come for the cold.(for all your big mistakes)

I think it's come for the cold.(you stayed the same)

To the city that don't snow.

C'mon, Holy ghosts

When do you come out to play?

'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me

He'd better start looking today.

So I can rise with the river

We all float before our sink

Oh C'mon, Gimme some satellites

Maybe some courtesy

and pray that it can climb mountains to me!

I say goodbye to the canyon

I will set sail to the streets

where I don't care to be forgiven

I want to be forgotten

I don't care to be forgiven

I wanna be forgetten

I'm singing

Now I receive a call from my family

and what they started to say

brought me home.(you're beautiful)

They think I'm beautiful(for all your big mistakes)

They think I'm beautiful(you're beautiful)

for all my big mistakes

for all my big mistakes

for all my big mistakes