Holy Ghosts (Acoustic)

this city is killin me

i miss the rivers and the cherry trees

i miss the magic and the mystery

of what it’d be like to be free

i;m sick of driving on these empty streets

of fleeing phantoms, baby, i cant i see

of taking shelter in these memories

of what it was like to be free

so baby hold me close

i can’t take it now

all these holy ghosts

trying to chase me down

baby hold me close

baby hold me close

just one touch and we’ll never be the same

we’ll never be the same

i miss the golden hour

surrounded in the thunder of a crowd

a thousand voices singing to the sound

of what it was like to be free

so baby hold me close

i can’t take it now

all these holy ghosts

trying to chase me down

baby hold me close

baby hold me close

just one touch and we’ll never be the same

just one touch and we’ll never be the same

no we’ll never be the same

we’ll never be the same

no we’ll never be the same

so baby hold me close

i can’t take it now

all these holy ghosts

trying to chase me down

baby hold me close

baby hold me close

just one touch and we’ll never be the same

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