paroles de chanson Ghost Machine - Jon Foreman

All hail the siren of our time
I'm possessed when she passes by
She drains the best years of my life
She makes promises she could never keep

Ain't it a ghost machine
Making a ghost outta me
After all her lies and surprises still believes
I swear she's gonna make a dead man outta me
By a ghost machine

Father forgive me cause I know
Exactly how I spread my soul
My darling she's in the pocket of my coat
I make promises I could never keep

Ain't it a ghost machine
Ain't she a ghost machine
I'm still haunted by the faces on a screen
I swear she's gonna make a dead man outta me

Do you know yourself?
I heard a voice call out
We define ourselves
By the things we can't live without
I didn't know that I could quit at anytime
But my ghost is a drug, my ghost is a drug
She's in my blood and I can't give her up

The clock the altar of our time
We thought the temple of our mind
And I've been sprinkling the blood of most my life
On the altars of my ghost machine
Ain't she my enemy
My ancient remedy
The gods of empty promises and I believe
She haunts me with her laughter in my dreams
I swear she's gonna make a dead man out of me
A ghost machine