Texty:
Head And The Heart The Ghosts

graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One day

graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One day

trip to your heart Break these chains that keep us apart I'll fly away on a trip to your heart Ooh, I'll fly away on a trip to your heart Baby, can'

again Open up next to you And my secrets become your truth And the distance between That was sheltering me comes in full view Hang my head, break my heart

turn my life round It?s like a crap game, couldn?t put the dice down I was hopeless, heart broke, and guilty I was raised off of oatmeal and grilled

turn off Just Louise and her lover So entwined And these visions of Johanna That conquer my mind In the empty lot where the ladies play Blindman's bluff with the keychain And

in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I'm in no hurry, you go run And tell your friends I'm losing touch Fill their heads with

with scully hats and Timberland boots No more break-dancing for loot, niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals

like a bullet to the chest, suffer a cardiac arrest That's so hard and I can still get their heart and leave 'em dead And give 'em all they can get Send